In search of some inspiration for our new seaside garden we decide to aim high and take the rare chance to glimpse the 2,200 acres of the local ‘Big House’, Sidbury Manor. The opportunity to snoop amongst the azaleas was thanks to the National Garden Scheme, opening the private residence’s parkland and formal gardens for just six hours a year, all in the name of chari-dee.
We wound our way in the drizzle up the long drive, dodging skipping lambs and rattling across cattle grids, parking up by the rather grand stable block.
The photos don’t really do the handsome red brick pile justice. Nor the view.
We wound around the side of the house, watching posturing pheasants on the lawn and being deafened by a rather vocal Guinea Fowl. I managed to grab a fleeting snap of him before he hopped over the wall into the kitchen garden.
Next up were the formal Italianate Gardens. Set over five levels, starting with a tennis court and croquet lawn, rising to this beautiful level that is currently undergoing some TLC.I love the decaying glamour of it all, from the rambling vines to the grand balustrade stairs leading to a pair of palms. A touch of the Amalfi Coast in a Devon Valley.
Next we followed a path, cut through the last of the daffs and bluebells, under ancient Redwoods till we reached the house again.
Country Bebe was not looking that amused (can you tell?!).
So, before heading home with our brains buzzing and a shortlist to take to the garden centre, we stopped off in the fern-filled conservatory for a homemade slice of cake and a glass of squash next to the ornate fish pond.
Sigh. If only we had a gardener.
