We spent a delightful couple of hours at Wisley on Friday. Mr M knows Wisley far better than I. Now that we live just down the road, I'm hoping that I too will get to know my way around the grounds.
To be honest, I have no idea how we ended up by the wild meadow - we'd started at the test beds, waded through the orchards, climbed the mound, avoided the glasshouse and somehow stumbled across this delightful bed of bobbing colour, a-buzz with honey bees. A little patch of summer that hadn't yet gone to seed.