We celebrated our gift of membership of the National Trust by visiting The Vyne, near Basingstoke. Far better to be near Basingstoke than in it. As George V almost said, Bugger Basingstoke. And they did.
I wanted to see the gardens. As chance would have it we ran out of time and never went into the walled gardens. Next week, said Mrs. Ha. We did however walk around the open areas and through the house. Thoroughly recommended. I added to my gardening library with 2 hefty NT books, just to get more ideas. Mrs. Ha was delighted to see horses, cows and a significant number of semi-feral children. I heard the dulcet tones of a would-be Joyce Grenfell calling to her elder
hooligan son, George, don’t do that. The younger offspring was writhing on the floor, wailing in distress as a result of a particularly vicious running kick to the legs from the hooligan. A more enlightened mother might have given her elder cost centre a kicking of his own but sadly the Victorian approach to child care seems to have gone out of fashion.
Here are some of today’s NT memories. The English at PlayThe Garden PondUse the side door please….Power to the Posh People?A red hot poker, especially for George.Mrs. Ha sprinting ahead.Cows should be seen and not herd?