Furzey memories with my mum: Lesley Brooks

So many dates, so many memories, where to start!

But in thinking about them, and in particular thinking about memories at Furzey Gardens, I am remembering times spent with my Mum at Furzey.

She used to come to Furzey Gardens with her walking group and with my Dad, they came long before the excitement of 2012 and the Chelsea Flower Show, and long before I even knew it existed.

When I first starting volunteering in the tea rooms in 2010, Mum would tell me about these earlier visits she’d made there, and the people she’d met and particular times she’d spoken with the people with learning disabilities working in the gardens – they always left a lasting impression with her.

So, of course, when I started working there, we’d visit quite often, enjoying the colour, and even as Dementia slowly took her memory, she always still delighted in pointing out plants to me.  We’d enjoy a coffee in the tea rooms, and a walk around.

The photo is one of these visits we made, when the Spring colour was really vibrant, in May 2017.