DUNCHURCH: GARDENS AND GATEWAYS
Every week now I pass through the gates to Dunchurch Park. And pass through
again to indicate the end of another visit. Two classical pillars embroidered
with wrought iron filigree and from these posterns the long drive, thankfully
bereft of speed bumps.
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grand gates for a grand entrance |
More gates, this time a tall tower that was once the entrance to the
stable block, a quadrangle that has now been converted to guest quarters which
on most visits I am billeted.
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the gateway to my quarters |
The gardens of
Dunchurch Park are excellent.
I have inveigled my way in with the team of
gardeners. They have disarmed by obsequiousness and allow me free run of the dilapidated
greenhouses which are Victorian and
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Free run of the greenhouses |
leavened with the scent of soil, growth
and decay.