In A Widow’s Words I wrote about the several significant places where I scattered some of my dear John’s hair – for example at Hever Castle, and in St Moritz. There was one more place I wanted to do it, and I finally addressed this the other day.
It’s a place we loved at Wakehurst Place, a clearing in the woods where birds come to feed. I saw that it’s really called the Himalayan Glade, but we called it Nuthatch Grove.
So I went and did it, managed to spend some time there alone (though it was quite busy with people despite being quite isolated). I took ‘Little John’ and got some photos. All very sad and sentimental.
Amazingly, I really did get several sightings of a nuthatch, so it’s a pretty reliable place to see them. It’s a tiny bird that flits about so quickly and never seems to rest long in one place, so even if I’d had a proper camera it would have been difficult to get a good shot – below is the best I got on my phone camera.
I don’t know if I’ll ever go there again… too painful. Very beautiful though.