Early Morning Glories

My first early morning hike had me creeping from the sleeping house, along a winding garden path up into the surrounding wooded hillside. The bay was a silver shimmer in the watery light of dawn. Yesterday the group staying at The Dell grew to eight ~ tonight we will be eleven. The quintessential British house party comprising of Brits, Americans and a Canadian. A lovely group who are 'mucking in' to make each day fun altho' full of kitchen messes, inabilities to figure out the idiosyncrasies of English washers and dryers, and blowing a fuse causing the chandeliers to die................requiring a visit from a guy with a ladder and a Cockney accent.

As I climbed upward through swathes of bluebells, wild onion with their white blooms, pink campions, and banks of trailing ivy, rabbits ran ahead and huge black crows cawed in the tall trees.

There were several old benches along the trail, not particularly comfortable for resting on, but the mossy seats and iron frames made great pics!

Arriving a little breathless at the top of the cliff, I looked back and could see the water far below glinting through huge chestnut trees. This sign caught my eye........yes, it definitely was very private, and very beautiful!

The road along the top had some amazing properties including a huge home built as a replica of a castle. Crenelated turrets, a huge portcullis entry gate topped with a Tudor rose, and iron railings decorated with fleurs de lys ~ perhaps the combined home of Brits and French!!!

In England, flowers pop up everywhere, even peeking through gaps in walls.

This walk was exhilarating ~ today I was to lead some of the group on this magical trek however heavy rain this morning had us hanging out in the conservatory.