Brobury, one of our favourite gardens.

We are surrounded by very special landscapes here in Hay, ranging from the mighty Beacons, Bannau Brycheiniog, the beautiful river Wye, to gentle hills dotted with sheep. But to wander around a lovely garden is a special pleasure and a fine way to unwind and find inspiration. Within 15 minutes drive from Hay is Brobury gardens, situated in Bredwardine on the bank of the river Wye. A fine red brick bridge is visible nearby, and in the summer you can watch the canoes making their way downriver.

The gardens have been restored and renovated by the current owners, and it is pure delight. Large enough to have a wide variety of beds, trees (many very ancient, plus a stand of silver birches and an apple orchard) and shrubs, and at the same time small enough to take it all in within an hours’ gentle wandering. To top it all off this year a fabulous cafe has been created, with indoor space and seating outside in the walled garden. There is free entry to eat in the cafe, and a charge to explore the gardens. If you haven’t been I do recommend you visit – we go many times a year taking advantage of our season ticket. And if you think this is a paid advert, no, I don’t know anyone at Brobury, I simply love the place.

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