Saturday 23 January 2010

Secret Garden

Erbie in our secret garden. 

It’s not really a secret garden it’s St John’s Lodge in Regents Park, but it feels secret!
Posted by westendmum at 07:53
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2 comments:

Miss Whistle said...

It's lovely. Such a good time of year too, waiting to see the shoots and the buds.

- bumble

23 January 2010 at 14:31
Unknown said...

I love that garden! xxxx

3 February 2010 at 21:00

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