Sounds as if you had a busy day Caron. I’m thinking of following your ethos when it comes to food - just one meal a day, anything you like - and you are bound to lose weight, because even the most calorific of meals is bound to come in fewer that 1500 calories. I read once this is how Cliff Richard maintains his weight.
I cannot write too much now as in a monthly work panic mode - newsletter time, and I’ve not even started yet. Aches and pains I’d been suffering last week seem to have subsided though. I’m putting this good development down to forcing myself to take a capsule of cod liver oil every day. One burst in my mouth yesterday - and the experience is not one I’d like to repeat again.
Yesterday we went to Great Comp garden in Kent (not too far from Sevenoaks). It is one of those hidden-away kind of places but once you find it, it is a real gem. The garden was created and maintained by a Mrs Heron Maxwell for 55 years. She was an ardent feminist - and you can really see that in the design. It lacks the flounce and frothiness of Gertrude Jekyll and Vita Sackville West’s creations. Instead there are clean lines, lots of impossibly green velvety lawns, fir trees clipped into streamlined shapes and the occasional purpose built folly: a temple, a ruin - just to add interest. There are two fine long borders though of perennial favourites, cardoons, dahlias with deep red flowers and black stems, ornamental yarrows in yellows and pinks, and pentstemons in bloom indicating that we must be beyond mid-summer. The garden reminded me of those classic and inviting railway posters of the inter-war years - enticing the traveller out to the country or new suburbia for the day. Mrs Heron Maxwell was an energetic figure - a suffragette, a campaigner for women’s sport - she held women’s cricket and hockey competitions on the lawns of Great Comp, and was the first chair of the Kent branch of the Women’s Institute. But in the event after 55 years of doing all that she could for women’s rights and maintaining her stylish garden - a final determined visit to see her deep blue flowering Gentians in her bath chair proved too much and she died. No doubt happy though - for the blueness is a sight to see.
Have a good day ladies.
Bright xx