Lordington Lavender

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It’s funny how a certain scent can take you back to a different place and time…

A little while ago, on a sunny day in July, some friends and I took a trip to a place called Lordington lavender fields.

I’d wanted to go last year, but the window of opportunity is small as they are only open a short while (about a week or so) prior to the harvest.

We stuck out some traffic on windy country roads, parked up, and walked up a dusty lane alongside hoards of families in sundresses, shorts and sunglasses.

We passed a quaint cottage and a tractor thundered by, as we entered the farm yard where there was a makeshift stall selling tickets for a few pounds plus a charity donation.

Further down the lane, around the corner, the bushes part to reveal row upon row of purple.

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We wandered up and down in the afternoon sun, taking photographs and watching bees and butterflies dance around the flowers.

I rubbed some between my hands and inhaled. I love the scent of lavender, and it brings back the fondest childhood memories for me, playing and giggling under cloudless blue skies in my grandmother’s garden.

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Families sat on the grass or hay bales with picnics and a little stall sold cake and lemonade as well as various lavender oils, candles and creams.

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I picked up a lavender cooking essence which I’ve used so far to make some simple lavender & lemon cupcakes.

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