Although August was over, Attingham Park was still decorated with its Summer of Play finery when we visited; colourful paper lanterns strung along fences, and bunting around the courtyard.
Grandson wasn't along for this trip though so we just headed for the walled garden - also seasonally adorned but with flowers and fruit. Pumpkins grew fat in the vegetable beds, apples, pears, figs and quinces hung in the trees, and autumnal flowers threaded their way between. My last visit was in
spring '23 so the garden was very different in appearance.
A walled garden, closed away from the world, always holds a certain magic, and Attingham's is no exception. The sun decided to appear - equally magical on a wet day - and we sauntered about and just sat and contemplated the world.
I had intended to walk further through the parkland but decided against it. Next time I must allow longer for this favourite stopping-off location.
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