Lady Eliot kindly gave permission fort he free rambling of people on the estate, with the organised walk for health. It was the local BBC radio station that I had heard about about it from, on the Whats On part of the program.
I noted the information and jotted it in my diary as it was in the week we were having a break.
On the day the sun came out and it was a lot hotter than expected but we drove early to St.Germans to get to Port Eliot in good time. On our arrival we were greeted by several fellow walkers, and the atmosphere was lovely.
Having no idea where we were was indeed part of the fun. Sunhats on we ventured with this happy throng of people. I soon noticed the field beside me had a unusual plant growing in it. On investigation I found it was Lupines as did some of the others and a discussion began on why they were there. Having met the days botanist later in the day it was revealed that the Lupines are a modern day rotation crop that give nitrogen back to the soil. Clever and pretty at the same time.
At a point along the path separated and there was a choice of a shorter walk or longer. Being so hot and wanting to stay in the sunshine we choose the shorter version and went passed a lovely field with a tree in all by itself.Beautiful.
We then saw more Lupin fields, a lovely house in the quiet and then to the right the pond. With drifts of lily plants all in flower it was a scene from the pictures of Monet’s paintings. Which reminded me how I would love to go and see his house and garden.
The sun was really heating up as we walked onwards to the house area , which was to take us up through another quaint little village path to the pub for lunch.
The Eliot public house , owened by St.Austell brewery, has a nice atmosphere and had created a walkers lunch. Feeling ready for something to eat we ordered this. A pasty or pie and salad. Though not really impressed by the cuisine , the beer was fine, but should there have been a bus load the staff would have found difficulty in coping . This was an arranged lunch and the que was way out the door.
Back to the botanist from Plymouth, who was a lovely lady , as was all those who took us around on the day.
This lady was giving a walk around the Port Eliot grounds in the afternoon. Which was a great idea. We were a little early though for the arrangements and wanted to get on with a walk around the river bank. We would try and meet up with her later.
Lovely views down the valley along the estuary, taken from the estate. The views were lovely and the shaded parts only made of more interest as the heat of the day was at it’s height.
Burnt Pampas grasses were beginning to bud and the men on their grass cutting machines soared around and around.
Perfumed white roses were unusually in clumps as we ventured towards the house once more. The burnt out tree that looked as though it had been struck by lightening still beat the elements and was most alive.
Even though you could see right through it’s trunk as this picture clearly demonstrates.
Maybe Lady Eliot could fill me in on the happenings of this ancient tree and I wonder how many of her trees are listed on the ancient tree hunt site.
Our last visit here was when we were at the Daphne Du du Maurier festival, book discussion of Justine Picardie. When we enjoyed tea on the lawn outside The Orangey that we were now just passing. As it had rained we had not been able to see the gardens, but we have more than made up for that today.
Maybe our next visit will be the Elephant Fayre, that would be nice.