The car goes up and up the mountain. Time to slow right down again, as another incredibly sharp bend comes into view. Second Daughter and I exchange a glance: The reason I keep dropping the speed to that level is Cute Doggy in his travel box on the back seat. He is much better than when he was a puppy, but still… Driving around does not belong to his favourite activities, so we are hoping that he is not feeling nauseous.
Not long now… At last we spot the small wooden hut, the sign that we have reached “our” place. Not many people here today, only one other car, probably as the clouds show the promise of rain. As soon as we opened the door we notice the difference in temperature, at least a couple of degrees cooler. We deliver Cute Doggy and let him sniff around to his heart’s content, while we exchange cowgirl boots and sneakers for two pairs of wellies. Second Daughter gets hold of the lead and I extract my camera from its snug little bag. I am holding my breath: Will they be out?
They are. The huge hydrangea bushes, so unexpected in the middle of an otherwise very green forest. Burst of colours, fuchsia, pink, yellow and red. I start snapping, unhurriedly moving amongst the trees while Second Daughter draws, sitting on a big stone with the dog at her feet as if guarding her. I have to be careful; the ground is very wet and countless roots mean the narrow paths can be treacherous. Every time I turn around, I discover more beauty. I finally decide to stop as we have other spots to go to.