So I went in.
Once I got to the pond I turned off the podcast in my ears, because how often do you get to hear quiet?
Not silence. The distant pow of geese ricocheted between Ulster Terrace and the
Outer Circle.
My camera could see better than I could, so now and then I paused to take pictures of the surrounding brown, and see what I was standing in.
And the waterfall and rose garden, surrounded as they are by vegetation ravenous for light, weren't visible at all. So here's another big gate.
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