You could spend all day here, but we have just one hour. A stolen hour. No. 4 should be at school, but technically he’s unwell. We reckon a spell at Riverhill Himalayan Gardens might work wonders (for us both).
As ever, it does.
Today we find dens designed by experts, with bluebells for decorations.
Emerging into the open, we see a view of the maze that makes it look simple.
But all too soon I’m stumped. And No. 4 won’t let me cheat.
With his easy words of encouragement, I finally make it …. by which time my boy has decided it’s time for a quick exit.
Pathways are slung heavy with exuberant rhododendrons, and inventive sculptures stride high alongside them.
A wonderful Hospice in the Weald forget-me-not installation rests at the base of the 200 year old Waterloo Cedar. We stop to read the names of those remembered.
Before ending up in the café area to enjoy the sun’s warmth … our stolen hour is edging into a second.
But before we go, we are lucky enough to bump into Sarah Rogers (she lives here, with her family, and basically runs the whole show). She asks No. 4 if he’d like to meet the newly resident chickens. Of course.
Which is how we come by boiled eggs for lunch – the perfect remedy for a poorly child. Although he seems absolutely fine now … our stolen hour has served us well.
Riverhill doesn’t just do stolen hours – there’s Stick Mania, Shakespeare and jazz too. Not forgetting the very original Dog Show at the end of the season. It’s one of a kind and not to be missed. Click here for more.
And the eggs are not (yet) for sale in the café. But I can confirm that their yolks are dark-yellow/orange delicious.