Ten pence to park in Market Drayton for two hours? We were robbed! You can park in the main Witchurch car park (a 20 minute drive up the road) for FREE!! For as long as you like!!! Excuse the surfeit of exclamation marks but when you've lived in the South East all your life and you're used to getting stung for quids for parking, this west Midlands revelation has caused me some considerable excitement. Of course, I was very suspicious when we arrived in Whitchurch and I stalked the car park like some paranoid weirdo for a good five minutes looking for threatening parking notices, Andy trailing behind me saying, 'It's ok...we don't have to pay.' But he was right. Free parking it was!
Anyway, we pottered around this rather wonderful town for about two hours, admiring the beautiful architecture and lack of cars and crowds. I found a little pressie to send to my granddaughters along with a postcard, and I popped them all in an envelope and nipped into the Post Office where I got instant service with a smile. People up here do seem to smile more, although I am aware I may be wearing my rose tinted specs at the moment. I am realistic enough to realise that all things will not always be wonderful but Shropshire is doing a darn good job of being wonderful thusly so far. (I expect if we ever venture into Birmingham or Wolverhampton we shall have to pay, oh, upwards of maybe £1 for parking and I could get beeped at by an irate bus driver.)
In the afternoon, because the sun peeped out and we got a sudden rush of blood to the greenfingers, we sought out our nearest large garden centre. And it was ENORMOUS! I think I can safely say I have NEVER been to such an enormous garden centre in MY LIFE! We signed up to the loyalty card scheme, partook of the obligatory tea for me, coffee for Andy and cake for both, and then pushed a very recalcitrant trolley around the enormity of it all, purchasing lady gauntlet gloves pour moi, manly gauntlet gloves for his Lordship, ordinary gardening gloves (bargain 3-pack) for both, three fuschias for hanging baskets, felted lining for hanging baskets to stop their bottoms dropping out (oo-er missus!) and a thyme, a basil, an oregano and a sage with which to start off the new Much Malarkey Manor herb garden. I was disappointed with the selection of rosemary so I shall continue my search onwards for my favourite 'must have' herb.
Back home we set to on Operation Patio Garden. Got all our new plants in, along with two house-warming rose bushes from two friends (thank you Janet and Jane!) and got out loads of weeds. Here is 'before'...
And here is after. Not a massive amount of difference. You kind of have to be here amongst it to appreciate the obvious hard graft that went on. And I apologise for the weather. Flamin' June indeed!
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