Agapanthus Farm

Yesterday I took my 86 yr old mother for a mystery tour to the hills, our first stop was the agapanthus farm, Littlewood. My mum was over the moon, she could not stop pointing and looking and admiring. Mum lost my Dad last year and has not done much painting since. She said she could not wait to get home to start painting again, and has asked that the next family party just has to be in the pavilion by the lake. She rang me today to say she has spent lots of time today, just thinking about what she saw. We had a cuppa and biscuits out of the back of the car in the car park, and there would not be many car parks with prettier views. I wanted to buy a couple of the pink agapanthus, but they were all sold out, but that just means there is a reason to go again.