Last Monday, Sacristan and I went to Alton Towers to get our annual fix of scared-ness. The day was grey with some showery wetness, but the queues were short and the rides were fun.
At lunch time, we took ourselves and our picnic into the gardens, looking for somewhere a little more restful to sit and eat.
Whilst there, I dodged the raindrops to take a few photos.
The glasshouses give a sense of their original splendour, but are rather neglected now. Considering how much the Tussauds Group must make from this place, it's a shame they can't see fit to pump a little back in to doing up these historic buildings. (The cynic in me says that there would be no profit involved!)
This narrow staircase had an appeal all its own - from the top...
...and the bottom.
Arches and statues are the order of the day, with staircases linking the many levels of terrace in this steep sided valley.
The ornate footbridge crosses the stream at the foot of the bank of turning trees...
...while the pagoda rises from the centre of the small lily filled pool.
Once, people came from miles around just to wander amongst the beauty of these gardens. These days, Alton Towers mainly attracts a different kind of clientèle and the gardens are maintained, rather than cherished - which is a shame!