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After an early start we took the Eurotunnel to |
| Next day we headed to Lisse for a visit to
Keukenhof. The weather was fabulous and the entrance to Keukenhof was very
merry, with a fairground organ playing old songs and staff dressed in costumes
at the entrance. Needless to say the tulips (which we thought might have been
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| We visited the walled garden which still had some daffodils, the pavilions with displays of flower, lilies and orchids. We climbed the windmill, which funnily did not have tulips round it, but daffodils, and just took in the sight of the wonderful landscaped gardens. | |
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There was also a children’s corner with young domestic animals which could be fed and petted. A wonderful visit. | |
| Sunday was the best day. A morning visit to a very nice man called Mike Leylant (www.leylant.com) who had a gem of a garden with lots of wildlife, the noisiest being the mating frogs in the pond. It just happened to be Mothering Sunday that day, and Mr Leylant wasn’t there to begin with, but some friends of his welcomed us and gave us all drinks and apple pie which Mr Leylant had baked for us himself. There were also plants for sale, so the coach was well loaded after. | |
| In the afternoon we went to Hortus Bulborum (www.hortus-bulborum.nl), set in a
village which was also celebrating Mothering Sunday, and it was as though all
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In the garden the tulips were set in a large field, with two very knowledgeable men telling us all about the pollination and breeding of tulips. It was glorious walking along the rows of the tulips. |
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Monday was back to home, but stopping on the way at the Botanic Garden of Ghent University, Belgium. This had very large well-stocked greenhouses with a huge pond full of giant waterlilies in one. The gardens were very dry and suffering from lack of rain, but nonetheless had quite a few interesting plants, including a good display of iris and wisteria. We then got back on the coach for the long drive home, and left with lovely memories of the gardens we had visited and of course the windmills and bicycles. |