With hindsight, there would be no need to face a dilemma. Future knowledge would remove all doubt. Erase all uncertainty. How boring would that be!
After a night of torrential rain, the morning starts with bright promise. It gets blown away as quickly as the ever darkening clouds skimming overhead. Showers the order of today. Our timed midday entry at Sissinghurst Castle Gardens creates a dilemma. We don’t want to get wet. Should we go by Scoot, or by Beastie. It’s less than 13K. Twenty minutes max. We (I) put our money on Scoot. All we have to do is wait for a dry window of opportunity. We take it. But don’t make it. Get completely lost. At one point we are closer to Sissinghurst as the crow flies, yet ridiculously, further, as the labyrinth of lanes fly. Thankful help from a couple of cyclists and then a postman saves our bacon. But by then it’s too late. We’ve doubled our journey time and been pelted by rain and cheek-stinging hail into the bargain. To add insult to injury Scoot’s petrol gauge is now pointing to less than empty. Eeek!
Of the 450acres estate, 5 acres are laid out to a series of beautifully kept garden rooms. We spend a couple of hours dodging showers and drooling . . .
