We arrived at Bridgemere in just over an hour. True to expectations, the garden centre was massive, heaving with all sorts of plants, shrubs and Christmas trees as well as a collage of clothing, shoe, furniture, aquatic, gadget shops all sporting Christmas lights, the jingle-jangle and all the trimmings - but not for me.
We ate an expensive lunch in the Garden Restaurant and then wondered what to do with ourselves for the rest of the day.
I noticed a sign which just said 'Gardens' and we followed a narrow forsaken woodland path. And this is what we found -
Whooshes of leaves which swept across more narrow stone paths and an empty wooden seat.
A deserted green wooden trelliced shelter. We did actually meet one other couple wandering about the same as we were. Probably thinking the same thoughts that we were. I would think that this place would be heaving with folks in the summer months.
A little bit further on up the track, a rocky waterway with shoals of fallen leaves caught up along a miniature stone waterfall.
And there it was, Bridgemere Pool
How fantastic is that?