A Secret Garden

What do the words “Secret Garden” conjure up for you? For me it only means one thing, “The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett; a garden which is full of magic, secret getaways, life blooming and definitely a gardenful of sunshine and flowers.  i.e. it always has to be a little oasis tucked away from the hustle and bustle.  If you take your pumpkin carriage all the way up to Morningside and re-read my post | >>>HERE you know where the entrance is … Enter via the stony looking dog, head to the bar (on your left) and mutter you are going through to the garden; there you shall find your secret garden, a little oasis from that East wind. Sheltering from that East wind was just what we needed as it was a beautiful day but unless you were sheltered (which we were) you felt chilly. Anyway, as you know from my last rendezvous at the Canny Man’s, they have lots of different little pockets of corners. As we were waiting for gandma-ma we enjoyed a fresh sparkling with lime, utterly delicious and refreshing in the sunshine. It was then that we decided to reserve a table for lunch, 40 ...