Is it just the British who have a penchant for pottering around stately homes when the so-called summer weather is typically 'iffy'? Not too far from here is the lovely Longner Hall, who were having a garden open day.
So Brian and Jean from next-door, Joe and myself all crammed into one vehicle and bimbled across the lanes to have a little look and admire the topiary.
I do like a nice topiary bird.
But I like even better, sinister green domes who seem to be watching you as the rather grandiose 'big house' looms overhead.
I am more taken with the ramshackle.
Such as this sweet little conservatory nestling between shapely hedges.
Or intriguing secret paths leading to who knows where?
And cunning doors which beckon you to enter...
...revealing the most beautiful Victorian walled garden.
And then the rain descended, as it had been threatening to since we arrived.
We all took shelter, packed like sardines in a funny little theatre shack and I passed round mints some found at the bottom of my bag. Jean found them a little strong and had a slight coughing fit.
Once order was restored and the rain passed, we carried on admiring the neat and orderly rows of vegetables, lined up like soldiers on parade.
One of the old glass houses has been restored.
And already filling up with tidy rows of geraniums.
In the manner of these things, just as we were heading off, the clouds cleared to reveal beautiful Shropshire.
Back along the ever-so-long drive. It's time to return to our own humble but much loved homes, full of grandiose ideas for schemes which may one day come to fruition. Who knows?