T stands for taking photos!

It's time to join Bluebeard and Elizabeth for T stands for Tuesday.

I must first apologise to the folk I didn't get around to visiting last week. I had intended using Wednesday morning to catch up but Wendy(our House Keeping Assistant) wasn't well, we were allocated someone else but that involved being around and we had planned on being away by lunchtime! Of course, once up at the caravan the signal is so bad at times I have trouble even speaking to my sons!

I promised more photos of the nostalgia trip we took last week. From Nottingham we took a familiar road(to me)to Southwell near Newark.

This is where Richard 1st had his last night of freedom before surrendering to the Scots at Newark.
Southwell has changed greatly since I was there last - quite a few 'posh' shops and lots of eating places! 






I have never seen so many hanging baskets in one small area - very pretty indeed

We had our lunch in the Minster cafe but I forgot to take a photo!(again!)

A wedding had just taken place while we were eating so we were able to go inside! There was a notice saying permission had to be given for taking photos, luckily someone was there to do just that!

The seats all had names on them.

I remember that as a child the carvings here always fascinated me(and still do)

Hubby took this photo during a short shower while we walked round to  the Bishop's garden. 

 I do love a blue and white garden!

 There were lovely cool green areas too - and bees!!

 This is the very end of the ruined palace- the door leads to the private part of the garden

 We both loved this place and we will be back!

As I am here for 

at The Altered Booklover blog where Elizabeth, Bleubeard and Squiggles are sharing a drink related post I had better show you where we had a coffee later in the afternoon.

My Dad used to work for this company, although not at the site where this Garden Centre is. I remember the two men at the bottom right, they were the owners and such lovely bosses! 

This is the bottom end of the cafe and was sectioned off but I just had to go in….

…that's my Dad's name there - Ken Donson - he had a clematis named after him years ago - it is not readily available here but apparently grows well in the US and Canada. I confess to getting tearful seeing this!
We enjoyed our coffee..

..and had a little look around. 

there were lots of old photos on the walls and this one is certainly a view I recognise!

This one too - again at the nursery where I grew up, walked my dogs, played with my cats and rabbits, climbed trees, drove a tractor, saw a baby cuckoo in a nest, learned to ride my bike and of course got my love for gardens! 

Oh! What is it with me? Blurry eyed again

Thanks for looking, Chris

ps I am sitting on some good news - please come and see me next Monday!!