Yesterday we spent the afternoon exploring the wonderful gardens of Doddington Hall in Lincoln. It’s a magical place, with a fantastic cafe and farm shop, and the gardens in particular always provide inspiration. There’s a traditional walled kitchen garden, a maze, moody avenues of trees, a folly, a walk along the stream – and yesterday they also had an exhibition of local sculpture on show.
Rather than just line everything up in austere fashion, however, the sculptures were dotted all around the gardens. It really added to the whole experience, searching out all the strange statues and animals amongst the foliage and flower beds. We fell in love with these little aluminium foxes and ended up buying one for the garden at home.
The house itself is amazing, too. The sort of place that’s bound to turn up in a Newbury & Hobbes story before too long. That often happens when I visit this sort of place – I end up snapping loads of photos, drinking in the atmosphere and then using it as the basis for a location in a story. I don’t, however, usually leave with a fox.