These snaps were taken on my last visit to Sidmouth, my late grandparents’ seaside abode, when we lunched at the top of Jacob’s Ladder. I have two very distinct childhood memories of this particular place: 1) my grandmother falling down, spraining her ankle and breaking her arm but not her spirit; 2) the flowers.
The garden ‘rooms’ are filled fabulous, flamboyant creatures made up of beautiful blooms – it was a veritable wonderland for a little girl. Although the sea is hidden from view, you can still taste its saltiness in the air and hear the gulls calling out (a sound that evokes the most glorious of seaside-y feelings when trapped in the landlocked Midlands).
The triumphant bursts of dahlias caught my eye on this last visit. I utterly adore these flowers.