Last Sunday a friend and I went on a Garden Tour. It was hot, and by the time we had walked around the last amazing garden, I was footsore and weary.
But it was a great day, and we saw lots of beautiful gardens and noted many interesting ideas.
I didn't take heaps of photos - my friend, who is a forthright Lancashire woman, disapproves of people who spend all of their time peering through a viewfinder instead of enjoying the view.
My favourite garden was stunning, sweeping down a hillside from this 1970's wooden house:
The property was filled with rhododendrons, roses, maples, azaleas - but there were many unusual
and rare plants which made it a work of art.
I was very envious of the views from one house, although I didn't like the garden (or the house):