Have just returned from a visit to Norton Priory, one of the (very few) hidden gems of Cheshire. It lurks in all its green and garden-y splendour in the middle of a trading estate on the outskirts of Runcorn, a town normal noted for its utter lack of charm. But as far as tourist attractions go, Norton P has got a goodly handful of plus points - mediaeval priory ruins, rambling gardens, sculpture trail, tearoom and one of the most glorious walled gardens we've seen in a while. Oh, and a huge*, intact mediaeval statue of St Christopher. Fabulous!
Of course, today's glorious weather helped. It's been one of those clear, bright, end-of-summer days, with a "blue true dream of sky" and just a scattering of wispy clouds, when the sun is warm but not so hot that you have to take your cardie off and fan yourself with your hand in a Peter Kaye stylee, going 'oh, it's too hot. I mean, I like it hot but this is too hot'. A day when it sort of feels like it's still summer, even though everything's started to look decidedly back-endish, with leaves on the turn and berries so very much redder than they were a couple of weeks ago.
And I also bought a marrow.
* 3.37 metres apparently, which in imperial measurement translates as 'mossive'
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