Not just the purple lavender but other blooms.
As I was travelling the chair lift up, snapped this little lad on his way down, muttering to himself and gripping tight to the chairs support. The grin of fear.
Better photos looking away from the tourist trap.
But you cannot avoid the regimented ranks of flowers. An English cottage garden it is not.
A much quieter place to be, out in the sticks.
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