It’s about time I break my peace and get up from the bench and venture up this staircase. What will I find? How big are the gardens? Is it going to be as good as what I’ve already seen? These are some of the questions going through my head as I walk. At the top, there is large tree central to the cube in which I am standing, to my right an enclosed seating area and to the left a staircase down leading to the remainder of the garden. This large tree brings life and colour to the area with the floor covered with a gentle layer of yellow leaves, giving a calming autumnal feel (See photo in first Hidden Gardens post). Down the second stairs, I find the source of the running water, I previously heard. It was delightful to find a small fountain sprinkling water into a shallow pool.
As I was exploring I met the first person in about half an hour sitting on a bench near the fountain, for the purpose of anonymity we shall call her Claire. Claire was on her lunch break from work and we sat and talked for the remainder of her break. It’s surprising the number of topics two strangers can cover in ten minutes (in my experience Janners (plymouthians) can be very talkative). We were talking about pets, professions and even the paranormal! However, the topic, as always, turned to food (naturally) and the Tudor Rose Tea Rooms, the one with the nice breakfast (see the first post), where Claire asked, “What do you normally have?”
“The big breakfast of course” I replied.
“Ayyy can’t go wrong with a big breakfast, where do you stand on the whole black pudding debate?”
Now I do have to make a confession, I am firmly against black pudding, sorry.
“Ooh sausage dog!” exclaimed Claire excitedly.
The arrival of a miniature dachshund (eventually followed by his owner) brought us both back to the reality and that Claire has to go back to work so we both set off together leaving this idyllic hidden gem behind, without a shadow of a doubt I would be returning again soon.
Walking down New Street I headed down to see the notorious Mayflower Steps where the Pilgrim Fathers left Plymouth in 1620 for North America. What you see here is the remains of the steps called a portico (porch/entranceway) made with columns of Portland stone and a small platform overlooking the water. Now, the other places on the Barbican Heritage Trail were inaccessible at the time due to the walkway being out of action and I didn’t have time to walk the long way around.
I decided to end my trail at the world famous Cap’n Jaspers. This is the lunch I have been looking forward to all afternoon. I settled on the ‘Jasperizer’ which I completely and utterly underestimated. Three buns, two burgers, bacon, cheese and a generous helping of onions. I could already feel my arteries clogging. But for £4.95, I certainly got my money’s worth. It was a delicious lunch, now sat here I don’t want to move. I have been defeated and now must take a gentle walk home, stuffed by that monster of a burger.
I will finish this post with a picture of my lunch, let the jealousy commence.