What we estimated to be a short, twenty-minute drive ended up taking a couple of hours. First we ended up going in the wrong direction (apparently there is another place by a similar name that grandpa searched for on Google Maps). By the time we figured out we were going the wrong direction, the little one awoke from her car-induced slumber and demanded food. The only place we could find to feed her (and feed ourselves since it was past lunchtime) was a coffee shop in the British version of an outlet mall. After that pit-stop, the next hour consisted of grandma flipping through several torn-out pages of a beat-up England atlas while grandpa shouted out road names for her to locate and direct him to. I, meanwhile, was hanging on for dear life. (I don't enjoy riding in a car on the wrong side of the street as it is.) Penelope just slept. At one point, we were literally going around and around a large roundabout while trying to decide which road to take--our own version of an amusement park ride.
Finally, we made it to Wisley Gardens. Thank goodness they did not disappoint!
Rock Garden
Penelope sniffs and picks (oops!) a Dahlia.
100 year old Bonsai tree
Grandpa shows Penelope the fish and ducks in the pond.
Practicing her new pose.
My favorite flowers
(Don't they look like they're taken right out of a Dr. Seuss book?)
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