It was time to go to The Newt again, this time not focussing on the Roman Villa (3’37” video), as I had on my four previous visits, last year. On Sunday morning I walked mainly in the deer park and woodland. I took over 100 photos. Here are too many of them, especially of deer and moss.
I went upwards, away from the central hub, courtyard and parabola.
As I went along the sinuous raised walkway, known as The Viper, I hoped to see some deer. At first I saw nothing, and then a white patch became clearer. Zooming in with my camera, I realised that there were brown and pale fallow deer there.
There were no leaves on the trees yet, other than those of ivy clinging to their trunks, but there was green moss everywhere. When the sun was out (‘sunny spells’ had been forecast for the morning) it was almost dazzling.
Back in the autumn the red deer had been herded into a large field, off limits to the public, presumably because it was the rutting season. Today they had not been there as I passed it, and I wondered where they were. As I walked through the wood, I saw these few, also out of reach of the public, and wondered where the rest of the herd was.
I had gone off the footpath to get a little nearer to these deer, (though the pictures are heavily zoomed) and as I made my way back to it, I saw that there were many more ahead of me.
Lunchtime was approaching. I could have bought a small something at the Cyder Barn.
I could have bought a hot waffle with apple caramel sauce.
I had other plans. With a few minutes to spare, I made for the cottage garden.
Through the gap in the wall on the way, I saw that I could have had an ice cream. I was surprised the selling point was open. I was less surprised, given the temperature, that there was no trade.
My reservation time approached and I approach the Garden Café via the Parabola, and its hundreds of apple trees awaiting spring.
This was the view from my table as I enjoyed my meal.
What a good value visit that was. Excellent videos.
Helen Lunt said:
lovely reading this account of your visit, I still haven’t been since this was Hadspen House ( probably in the last century) and I loved your reflection on the great poem that is Adlestrop.
Thanks Helen. Do go! I’m emailing you separately.
Very much enjoyed the pictures and videos. – a pleasant reminder of previous visits.
Hopefully not your last. Though there are so many other attractions in Somerset…
En hiver, les arbres sont d’une telle beauté pure. Tes photos rendent justice à leur magnificence. Quant aux fleurs, elles nous revivifient.
Bravo pour les zooms sur les daims et de les avoir repérés. Le ‘1,5’ me fait penser à un wallaby de Tasmanie, tu ne trouves pas ?! Avec un peu trop de pattes quand même !!
De prime abord, je me serais arrêtée pour une gaufre (pas une glace !), mais en découvrant ta destination finale, je comprends ton choix !
J’ai découvert et aimé ‘Adlestrop’ voilà plusieurs années. Je ne connaissais pas son contexte historique, qui le rend poignant.
I had forgotten about the Tasmanian wallaby. And, like you, if I hadn’t already made my reservation for the Garden Café, I would have been very tempted by the waffle.