When we left for Walsingham, the weather was bright and cheerful. It was looking promising. As we got there, clouds began to form and started to rain. The rain got worse and worse as we walked around the snowdrops. We got a bit wet. But enough of the weather. The snowdrops are the main talking point here. The sight of a carpet of fake snow across 20 acres made you forget about the awfulness of the rain (well until it got really bad anyway).
There are many variaties of snowdrop in this vast display, all mingled together. The majority of the spaces between the trees was covered white. A stream cuts through them and under a small arched stone bridge. It was almost a perfect snowy winter scene if it wasn't for patches of yellow winter alconites.
|Me in snowdrop heaven|
|My parents on the bridge to more snowdrops|
|The Abbey and Snowdrops|
|Leaves of Lords and Ladies|
|Bracket fungus of some kind|