My old and wandering soul took me to Witley Courts and Gardens in Worcester this Sunday.
Life doesn’t get better than ancient ruins, landscape gardens, fiery fountains, woodland walks and of course, afternoon tea!
When I got my first glimpse of the ruins, the sweeping driveway quickly caught my attention and I couldn’t help myself from imagining luxuriant and flashy cars, with equally glamorous owners, spilling out of their extravagant gowns and suits.
For me, it was the perfect place to escape to, to get a taste of what it felt like to be inside Gatsby’s mansion. The courts held spectacular house parties and concerts in the 1890’s. Not so much Gatsby, but you can never stop me from imagining.
Although we’ve been getting very little signs of summer this year, I can almost guarantee, even if we were getting a great summer filled with sunshine, the day I decide to go out and take pictures, I’ll always be accompanied by the rain. Without fail.
I wonder, how many tragic love stories, broken hearts, and kisses were made in this spot. How many damsels in distress crept out of their chambers at night and met their lovers here under the starlit sky. How many were left waiting for their lovers…
Can you see the detail? After all these years, it’s still all in the detail!
Because I have the world’s greatest luck, at this exact moment, my phone switched off! It is now safe to say I lost all patience, and was ready to throw my toys out of the pram
Lucky for me, no matter how much I may have wanted to be in the 1890’s that day, I wasn’t. I went back to the car to charge my phone, because I was adamant I wasn’t going home unless I got enough pictures to satisfy my old and wandering soul!
After my little tantrum, and a dosage of all the pictures I could physically take of Witley Courts, it was time to eat.
Neighboring the ruins, is a cute greenhouse, which serves as an even cuter cafe, draped by leaves, and decorated with flowers.
Eaten and content with everything life had to offer that Sunday afternoon – yes even the rain, I just wanted somewhere to sit so I could take pictures – obviously, as well as soak in nature at its best.
The rain fell hard, all I could see was the stream glittering, all I could hear was the stream rustle. Watching the rain cause a havoc to the stream, was somewhat peaceful to watch.
We drove back to Coventry, with the lovely rain, and a beautiful sunset.