Oh bless’d park in the rain! I really love a good rose garden. This is Regents Park in London and contains my favourite ever to visit! Even spite of the stormy weather, the cool scent of rose kept circulating the hedges. We tried to imagine what it would be like at the height of rose season, the smell of Turkish Delight everywhere. We passed under the gold archway to the Queen Mary’s gardens and later admired the most gorgeous, poetic, Victorian flower arrangements in the Avenue gardens. There never was a more romantic place to spend a stormy afternoon or a place quite as special to end up at after travelling so far! The fact that it was raining only contributed to the sense of still, and dark, peaceful atmosphere in the park. It was like a whole world in here to me and I could have happily spent all day just strolling around and exploring.
Is it strange to be so besotted with a place?! I first saw the park featured on some kind of television programme years ago and soon it began to be a sort of day pilgrimage taken on my birthday every few years! It was amazing to visit there for the first time in person and when you are far up north it is so refreshing to be able to come down and experience this huge, peculiar, leafy Victorian world in the midst of a busy city; I adore it so much. The last of the roses were in bloom: most were somewhere between living and dying, as the summer proceeded to age and grow old. The squirrels in the park were so friendly – a foreign aspect to us northerners – and weren’t afraid at all to hop over, be petted and happily investigate a visitor’s belongings.
With the few hours we had left we made an attempt to navigate the city but it truly was so huge! It was spectacular, I was amazed at peculiarities such as heat lamps and moving adverts amongst others – the hugest buildings – and houses – I had ever seen. It brought home the fact that we would never really have to travel abroad to experience completely different surroundings! Can you advise me where to visit next time?!