While here, the lady in the store suggested I go to Exbury Gardens, just across the river, though not quite so easy to reach. Exbury is the home of the Rothschilds. It is a very large garden, which was sadly just a little past its peak. The azaleas were fading out - one or two weeks earlier would have been spectacular. And the rain of the last week did not help. But the gardens are still spectacular, by any standard. I spent a couple of hours walking around and "ooh-ing and aah-ing" at the scenes.
Following this I headed home, and we went down to the local for dinner - just 2 blocks away! Andrew had to leave, but afterwards I went for a walk down the street to the local church, with its own graveyard. Nothing too exciting - the graves were no more than 200 years old.