Every two years there is an Art's Trail that snakes its way through the Wyle valley and surrounding area, passing close to Pythouse Garden. Yellow signs the colour of oilseed rape direct you to art exhibitions in cottages, church halls and barns.
I should be inside working away on my computer, but what a waste that would be when I can be outside in the warm sunshine.
Some of my favourite exhibits are here on Ashley Wood Farm near to Tisbury. A gloriously abandoned friesian cow (complete with cowgirl) gambles past a ridiculously large and stolid eagle. I also discover this idyllically situated 'fisherman's lodge' which is let for short or long term holidays. As the name suggests it looks out over the luminous green waters of Fonthill Lake.
Enough of art. Time for lunch at Pythouse.
A mixed plate of antipasto, plus a bag of scones to take home for tea.
But before I head home (to the computer) a wander through the delphiniums and lavender.
The only things missing are the geraniums ...
and the Dormouse.
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red)
And all the day long he'd a wonderful view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
A Doctor came hurrying round and he said:"Tut-tut", I am sorry to find you in bed.Just say 'Ninety-nine' while I look at your chest ...Don't you find that chrysanthemums answer the best?"
The Dormouse looked round at the view and replied
(When he'd said "Ninety-nine") that he'd tried and he'd tried,
And much the most answering thing that he knew
Were geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
The Doctor stood frowning and shaking his head,
And he took up his shiny silk hat as he said:
"What the patient requires is a change," and he went
To see some chrysanthemum people in Kent.
The Dormouse lay there, and he gazed at the view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue),
And he knew that there was nothing he wanted instead
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red)
AA Milne
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