It was this sentence from Katherine Swift's book 'The Morville Hours' that made me want to read it; once I'd read it I wanted, of course, to visit the garden. It isn't that far away from where we live, it wasn't out of reach - a visit would be possible, easy in fact, and so it turned out to be.
A sharp turn from the main road and an avenue of trees brings you to the grounds of the hall and the church with the wonderful rolling, wooded hills behind. It was hard to take a photo that captured the atmosphere of the vastness of the skies and the beauty of the hills. The one below shows a little of it behind one of the two lodges either side of the main hall.
We walked towards the hall, but of course, the place we were headed to was The Dower House, the small building behind the wall immediately right of the main hall in the photo below.
The Dower House at Morville - just as I'd imagined it. The entrance hall, where tickets were available, as well as other goodies, was lined with books from floor to ceiling. We bought our tickets from a gentleman who informed us that scones and tea would be available from 3p.m. onwards in the little courtyard at the side of the house and that the author of the book, Katherine Swift, was at present in the kitchen baking them; he also asked where we had heard about the garden and told us about the BBC's book at bedtime recording the transmissions in the garden. We felt very welcome.
The garden at The Dower House was designed to tell the history of the Hall and the people who have lived on the site over the years.
Here are a selection of photos of the garden...
The Cloister Garden which reflects the fact that Benedictine monks came from Shrewsbury Abbey in the 12th century and built the church here.
We sat for a while on these chairs at the end of the Pear Tunnel just listening to the birds singing, the bees humming and the happy voices of visitors discovering new things at each corner they turned. Nearby a water colour artist was painting the Alium flowers in the Fruit and Vegetable Garden.
The Turf Maze is the symbol of the past meeting the present and the central hub of all the other gardens