National Geographic : 1955 Apr
It's a short lane that has no hollyhock - in Britain WHEREVER you go in Britain, you'll find flowers-abun dant, brilliant, sweet-smelling, heavenly flowers. Their presence colors everything you do. In thousands of English vil lages, like this one of Wendens Ambo, hollyhocks nod their wel come at cottage garden gateways. Clematis rampages. Rambler roses run riot. Great swags of lilac and laburnum spill over weath ered walls. In no other country have soil, climate and the national charac ter combined to produce such glorious gardens. By paying about 35¢, you can stroll through the landscaped gardens of many of Britain's stately homes. No less remarkable are the equally well-kept flower beds of country railway stations, and the magnificent window boxes that flag your eye so refreshingly in London. You'll long remember Scotland's heather, the fields of Northern Ireland blue with flax, and green Welsh valleys studded with wild flowers. Start making plans, and come to Britain this year. See your Travel Agent. His advice costs nothing. For free booklet "Gardens in Britain," write British Travel Association, Box 180, 336 Madison Ave., New York 17, N. Y.