The Dudley at Coombe Abbey

Barbados, as we’ve discovered since we’ve been here, is often called Little England. That’s not so surprising, though the architecture and decor are miles apart. You’ll know how much I’m a fan of and enjoy colour, well Barbados delivers on all of that. The bright colours though, don’t seem to work back home so much, just as the traditional decor from our relatively recent visit to Coombe Abbey in Warwickshire would look out of place in the Caribbean.

Both work, in their own environments. Here’s some more from our mediaeval banqueting weekend, mostly of our room - the Dudley.

The staircase in our room at Coombe Abbey

We’d left it later than we should have to book, and so ended up booking more than the basic room. Usually MOH would have known this wasn’t a good thing, but even if he did when we arrived in the room and were met with our own spiral staircase he just might have been forgiven.

We’ll come back to what’s at the top of the stairs later though. First, drink in the grandeur of the decor, the swags of the curtains and the mock canopy over the bed. They’re about as traditional as you can get…

a grand bed to match the feel of the room
velvet drapes and a grand setting

Upstairs was also traditional, and a tad extravagant. A roll top bath took pride of place, with a generous sized room to itself.

Up the spiral stairs we discovered the roll top bath

A pile of stones in one corner of the room was slightly odd though, or at least I thought so.

with a pile of pebbles in the corner

We were only there for one night, and there was a delay to our room being available, so we weren’t able to take full advantage of all it could offer. We spent the evening celebrating my BIL’s half-century birthday at the medieval banquet, and while they worked that out in the end, that too was disorganised and chaos for our party.

Personally I think the hotel had too much going on, with banquets and weddings, and just weren’t organised enough to cope. We may just have been unlucky, arriving at a particularly busy time, who knows.

Throughout the hotel the decor matched the ambience it promised, and with my gown with the never ending sleeves (seriously, they touched the floor) it was easy to believe we’d been transported back in time.

stained glass elsewhere in the hotel
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Perhaps, that is, until we encountered this:

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Stained glass and plenty of colour

As well as the colour there’s plenty of green, and texture and height. A pristine path runs through the centre of this garden which was one from the Chelsea Flower Show in 2018, and as you can see in the Pavillion.

burncoose nurseries at the chelsea flower show in 2018

There’s plenty of flowers too, but what I like about this garden - apart from the colour - is how the green provides a backdrop for all the colour, which complements the stained glass window. The window itself, for me I see a landscape, the sea and the sky, but maybe you see something different?

a copper spiral adding height and echoing the spiky flowers

It also shows how height makes a garden work, whether that’s through mixing the plants, or adding sculpture. Though the obelisk above looks like it could really do some damage.

reds, pinks and oranges combining in this display

In some ways the photo above is what I dislike about gardens, it’s all a bit matchy- matchy. For me, the colour in gardens need to be a bit clash-y, I think they work better - what do you think?

The hedges at Montacute House

Over the weekend my 2016 photo book arrived, yes a little delayed, but it was a busy year. And a busy year means a lot of photos. One of the things that stood out was our visit to Montacute House in Somerset, and so today, I’m sharing the hedges from there.

Well, you know me and hedges. And these are some hedges.

Hedges at Montacute House in Somerset

Ok, I was teasing you there. You might be wondering what is so special about the hedges, but as well as the more traditional hedges, there was also what you could call a cloud or a bubble hedge.

A bubble hedge at Montacute House in Somerset

The sheer size of it was amazing. Not just its height, or length but also how deep it was. As you can see from the photo below, I decided I needed a closer look, and not only found a path and another flower bed behind the hedge, you could quite clearly see how much it had been cut, I’m sure to reclaim the path.

behind the hedge

The house, which you can see part of in the photo above is ‘a masterpiece of Elizabethan Renaissance’ according to the National Trust website, and the glass in the house and the garden you can see through its windows are pretty special too. Our visit, how it was three years ago I don’t know, was on one of those crisp and clear autumn days, and the dahlias were still full of flower.

pom pom dahlias in the border

The hedge is yew, and the photo below gives you a sense of its size.

a bubble or a cloud - what do you think this hedge looks like

I told you the hedges at Montacute House were pretty impressive, didn’t I? It’s definitely worth a stop if you’re in the area, and I haven’t even told you about the windows yet…

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