Wallington was the home of the historian G. M. Trevellyan. He bequeathed it to the National Trust and so it is that we can wander around it’s lovely walled garden and lake. Here above the walled garden they have taken all the formal planting out to clear th gound for next year. They have sown it with wild flowers. Meadows used to look like this when I was little — used to smell like this. The border was full of buzz and colour and I thought what a shame they don’t just leave it like this. It reminded me how much countryside we have lost. Am I just being an nostalgic old fuddy-duddy? Well frankly I don’t care if I am.
Looking down over the walled garden.
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