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Monday, May 2, 2011

The Sunday Garden Trail. April 10th


The weather in April has been unusually warm. It seemed a shame not to take advantage and go out for a ride. Another Sunday, so poking two fingers up to the horrendous Gas station prices we set off.
I'm not sure why we keep going out on Sundays as we could go out on any day of the week and miss the weekend crowds. Habit I guess. We'll change in time!
Anyhow this Sunday we headed for Baytree Nurseries near Holbeach. I know how predictable for us. It's spring what do you expect!


Baytree must be the largest Garden center in the UK. You need your hiking boots on to go around it. We haven't been this way for a couple of years and its changed once more.
The fragrant perfume of the flowers in the warm sunshine was delicious. Pots and Planters of Spring blulbs and flowers were all over the the site.

The sky couldn't have been any bluer and the newly emerged leaves on the trees are so fresh and bright..
We headed for the restaurant first and had a Baytree Sunday roast dinner. Very filling. Then wandered over the plant center, tool center, craft center, furniture center. Furniture? That new.
The clothes range has expanded too and there's Hotter Shoes as well. None in my size of course!
Bamboos, Planters, Pet store, garden machinery. Oh gosh, time to head back to the restaurant for a tea break and rest the tootsies.

This place is wacky. Always has been. The owners always adding excentric bits from Parades and exhibitions. Or from antiques and junk shops.

.......like an old 1940's mangle. My Mam had one like that, before a washing machine was installed!


Did we purchase anything. Of course, but strangely not plants. Just a metal ring frame support for my paeony growing in our garden.
Couldn't resist this shot!
Back in the car we decide we had time for a visit to some old friends. We hadn't seen them for 10 years. Too long. We sat and had a good long chat with several cups of tea before we headed home across the fens.

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