Printable Vintage Art: A Walled Garden in Bloom by Annie Pressland

A Walled Garden in Bloom, early 1900s
by Annie Pressland (1862–1933)

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It is in your power to withdraw yourself whenever you desire. Perfect tranquility within consists in the good ordering of the mind, the realm of your own.
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Our life depends on the kind of thoughts we nurture. If our thoughts are peaceful, calm, meek, and kind, then that is what our life is like. If our attention is turned to the circumstances in which we live, we are drawn into a whirlpool of thoughts and can have neither peace nor tranquility.
― Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica, Our Thoughts Determine Our Live

Don't live by my words, don't die by them, chew them slowly, digest them, and smile if they give nourishment to your soul.
― Stanley Victor Paskavich

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Printable Vintage Art: Cap Martin (Côte d´Azur) by August Neven du Mont

Cap Martin (Côte d´Azur), 1908
by August Neven du Mont (1866–1909)

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When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
― Herman Hesse, Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It’s not sadness, though it may sound like it. I’m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it’s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.
― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things

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Printable Vintage Art: June by John White Alexander

June, c1911
by John White Alexander (1856–1915)

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Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.
― Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness

Each flower is a secret language. When I wear a combination of flowers together, it's like I'm writing my own secret code that no one else can understand unless they know my language.
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

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Printable Vintage Illustration: A Walk in the Woods

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
― Wallace Stevens, The Collected Poems
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
― John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir

19th century illustration of a woman on a nature walk in the woods, surrounded by wildflowers. 5” x 9” @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark here


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Printable Vintage Art: Flowers by Lovis Corinth

Flowers, 1911
by Lovis Corinth (1858–1925)

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I breathe in...
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands

I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can’t.
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

There had never been such roses as those that bloomed that summer. They clambered everywhere and dripped as if perspiring the heaviest most intoxicating perfume, which seemed to make the very masonry drunk. The senses fused; sometimes these roses emitted low but intolerably piercing pentatonic melodies which were the sound of their deep crimson colour and yet we heard them inside our nostrils.
― Angela Carter, The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman

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Printable Vintage Art: Shelling Peas by Myles Birket Foster

Shelling Peas, 19th century
by Myles Birket Foster (1825–1899)

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

In life you have to learn to count the good days.
You have to tuck them in your pocket and carry them around with you.
So I’m putting today in my pocket and I’m off to bed.
― Richard Osman, The Thursday Murder Club

If you like, you can download my digitally enhanced version of the painting above as a high-res, printable 12” x 8” @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark here.

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate.
And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
― Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way

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Printable Vintage Art: Beneath the Birches by Carl Larsson

Beneath the Birches, 1902
by Carl Larsson (1853–1919)

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Beneath you birch with silver bark
And boughs so pendulous and fair,
The brook falls scattered down the rock:
and all is mossy there.
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people
and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits.
People were always the limiters of happiness
except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

You can download a digitally enhanced version of the vintage painting (as seen above) as a high-res 7” x 11” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.


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Illustrated Template for Announcements, Invitations, Journaling and Various Other Design Projects: At the End of the Lane

Exploring is delightful to look forward to and back upon, but it is not comfortable at the time, unless it be of such an easy nature as not to deserve the name.
― Samuel Butler, Erewhon

Go outside. Don’t tell anyone and don’t bring your phone. Start walking and keep walking until you no longer know the road like the palm of your hand, because we walk the same roads day in and day out, to the bus and back home and we cease to see. We walk in our sleep and teach our muscles to work without thinking and I dare you to walk where you have not yet walked and I dare you to notice. Don’t try to get anything out of it, because you won’t. Don’t try to make use of it, because you can’t. And that’s the point. Just walk, see, sit down if you like. And be. Just be, whatever you are with whatever you have, and realise that that is enough to be happy.

There’s a whole world out there, right outside your window. You’d be a fool to miss it.
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

Late 19th century illustration of a Victorian lady who has come to end of a fenced lane on one her walks. In the background you can see that she has come a long way with open sky, large field and tall trees framing the scene. Can be used for announcemnts, invitations, journaling and various other design projects. High-res 5.5” x 9.5” @ 300 ppi JPEG without any words/watermark can be found here.


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Printable Vintage Art: Girl and Bluebells, Brighouse Bay by Edward Atkinson Hornel

Girl and Bluebells, Brighouse Bay, 1919
by Edward Atkinson Hornel (1864–1933)

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We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?
― George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss

You can download a digitally enhanced version of the vintage painting (as seen above) as a high-res 9” x 6” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.


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Printable Vintage Art and Nature-Themed Lullaby: Around the Evening Lamp and In Gold and Purple

Evening you gather back
all that dazzling dawn has put asunder:
you gather a lamb, gather a kid,
gather a child to its mother.
― Sappho

Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you'll see the world
If I'm not mistaken...

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure...

Face your life
Its pain,
Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

The above watercolour, titled “Around the Evening Lamp,” was painted by Carl Larsson (1853–1919) in 1900. Doesn't the vase of blooming poppies in the middle of the dining table make an absolutely stunning centrepiece? I thought it was clever to incoirporate the flowers into a twilight painting since poppies have traditionally been associated with sleep and dreams. I found the original work a bit cold (I think it was meant to represent a winter scene) so I warmed up the colours in my digitally enhanced version. If you like, you can download my version as a high-res, printable 9.5” x 11” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.


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Since we are exploring themes of rest and sleep, I thought I would include this antique nature-themed lullaby with an illustration of a mother cradling a sleepy child on a porch with the setting sun in the background. Called “In Gold and Purple,” this work was first published in 1888 with words by Marian Fairlamb and music arranged by J. Remington Fairlamb, once an American Consul appointed by President Abraham Lincoln to a post in Zurich. The 8” x 11” @ 300 ppi JPEG of the lullaby can be found without a watermark here.

In gold and purple the sky is dressed, Bye, baby, bye!
The sun has sunk to his bed in the west, Bye, baby, bye!
And stars peep out to say “Good-night,”
To dear little baby all robed in white,
My baby whose golden locks shine in the light, Bye, baby, bye!

The trees are chanting a slumber song, Bye, baby, bye!
In time with the brook as it purls along, Bye, baby, bye!
The mother bird gathers its fledgings to rest,
And flutters above them all warm in their nest,
And baby's head lies on mother's breast, Bye, baby, bye!

My baby in slumberland soon will rest, Bye, baby, bye!
With visions in gold and purple blest, Bye, baby, bye!
Where skies are more fair and trees more green
Than anything mortal has ever seen,
But baby the brightest of all, I ween, Bye, baby, bye!

My baby's eyes are closing fast, Bye, baby, bye!
To weary limbs rest has come at last, Bye, baby, bye!
An angel stoops and kisses the face,
And baby smiles with cherubic grace,
And heav'nly light transfigures the place, Bye, baby, bye!


Antique nature lullaby is from my personal collection of ephemera. It can be incorporated into your creative works but is not for resale “as-is.” Credit to FieldandGarden.com appreciated but not required.

Printable Vintage Art: Pansies and Primroses by Alfred-Arthur Brunel de Neuville

Pansies and Primroses, 19th century
by Alfred-Arthur Brunel de Neuville (1852–1941)

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Knock, and He'll open the door
Vanish, and He'll make you shine like the sun
Fall, and He'll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, and He'll turn you into everything.
― Rumi

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Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

You can download a digitally enhanced version of the vintage artwork (seen above) as an 11” x 9” @ 300 ppi JPEG here. Below is a close-up photo I took of a bicolourt tulip called “Flamingo Prince” drenched in morning dew. A lot of my first-year tulips were beheaded by “wascally wabbits” before they had a chance to bloom but I am hoping they will prove to be less tasty next year!

Impressionist Tuulip, 2026 © FieldandGarden.com. All rights reserved.
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My Photo Journal: Fluid Reality (1)

If nothing lasted and the world did not exist,
all that meant was that reality was not fixed.
The illusion she lived in was fluid and mutable,
and could be easily altered by someone willing to rewrite the script of reality.
― R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school.
They don't teach you how to love somebody.
They don't teach you how to be famous.
They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor.
They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer.
They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind.
They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying.
They don't teach you anything worth knowing.
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

Stormy clouds gathering above red roof tiles.
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Printable Vintage Art: Portrait of a Young Woman Sitting Outdoors by Julie Volpelière

Portrait of a young woman sitting outdoors, holding a bouquet of flowers, 1822
by Julie Volpelière (1780–1842)

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all.
― Crystal Woods, Write Like No One is Reading

If you like, you can download my digitally enhanced version of the painting above as a high-res, printable 4” x 5” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.

Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
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Printable Vintage Art: Maria Luisa of Parma by Anton Raphael Mengs

A portrait painting of Maria Luisa of Parma in a garden setting, holding a pair of dahlia-like flowers. Her magnificent court gown is richly adorned with decorative plants and flowers. This fine artwork was executed by Anton Raphael Mengs (1728–1779) around 1765. Maria Luisa of Parma (Luisa Maria Teresa Anna; 9 December 1751 – 2 January 1819) was, by marriage to King Charles IV of Spain, Queen of Spain from 1788 to 1808 leading up to the Peninsular War. Maria Luisa was interested in music and art, and known as a protector of artists, most notably Francisco Goya. [Source: Wikipedia]

If you like, you can download my digitally enhanced version of the painting (seen above) as a high-res, printable 8” x 11” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.

Here is a photo of Dahlia ‘Zorro’ growing in my garden from the 2025 season. While I planted nine varieties of these powerhouse tubers today for the 2026 season, none of them included Zorro, unfortunately. I decided I wanted to try ball/pom-pom dahlias this season and due to budget and lack of space, I had to sacrifice getting Zorro. If the pom-pom dahlias end up being underwhelming, I will go back to my razzle-dazzle dinner-plate dahlias next year!
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Printable Vintage Art: Tulips by Charles Sheeler

A flower painting of tulips by Charles Sheeler (1883-1965), done c1925-26. An essay from the famed auction house Christie's describes the artwork as follows:

Tulips is part of a small group of graceful still lifes from the 1920s in which Charles Sheeler focuses on the contrast of natural and geometric forms, a theme he explored throughout his career in various mediums and subject matter.

The genre of still life was particularly appealing to Sheeler as he could leave the elements--which were often chosen from his collection of American decorative arts--set up for long periods of time and maintain a consistent light source through the use of photographic flood lights. Carol Troyen and Erica E. Hirshler write of this body of work, "The remarkable series of still lifes Sheeler produced in the mid-1920s were constructed from deceptively simple means. He generally used a traditional formula: fruits or flowers arranged on a tabletop, supplemented by simple articles of furniture, glassware and pottery. He painted the same forms repeatedly...The objects Sheeler painted again and again in the 1920s were consistently plain--the flowers were never exotic species, the glassware and furnishings were distinguished by their proportions rather than by the surface embellishments--and he rendered them in an understated, self-effacing way. (Charles Sheeler: Paintings and Drawings, Boston, Massachusetts, 1987, p. 106)

The present work is considered to be among Sheeler's most successful compositions within his series of still life paintings. Troyen and Hirshler comment, "Red[sic] Tulips is one of Sheeler's most elegant still lifes, with pleasing contrasts between crisp, sensuous outlines and softly painted, opalescent passages. Thinly brushed in delicate color...and with a slightly dry surface, the painting reveals both Sheeler's sensuality and his restraint. But in contrast to the satisfying elegance of Sheeler's technique, his simple arrangement of flowers on a table is vaguely disquieting. Although blossoms are arrayed in harmonious symmetry across the picture's surface, they nonetheless wind and sway on their elongated stems, bobbing out toward the viewer and twisting back into the shallow space in a kind of contrapuntal rhythm. The apparently perfect, restful compositional balance Sheeler achieved between the vase, the tabletop, and the goblet is undermined by the fact that the tabletop is pushed noticeably off-center and is tilted up, pressing the glassware forward." (Charles Sheeler: Paintings and Drawings, p. 106)
Tulips manifests Sheeler's interest in the challenge of creating compelling works with everyday objects. The result is an innovative and modern rendition of a traditional genre, and a tour-de-force within Sheeler's body of still life paintings.

If you like, you can download my digitally enhanced version (seen above) as a high-res, printable 4” x 6” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.

First tulips of the 2026 season in my zone 6b garden. This clump happens to be a first-year, mail-order tulip bulb mix from a Prince Edward Island grower called Veseys that included single, double and fringed varieties. A few of the initial blooms have unfortunately been eaten by bunnies! We will see how the rest of the patch fares in the coming days.
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Printable Vintage Botanical Illustration: Hyacinth (1) by Basilius Besler

We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
― Alison Croggon

For there are two kinds of forgiveness in the world: the one you practice because everything really is all right, and what went before is mended. The other kind of forgiveness you practice because someone needs desperately to be forgiven, or because you need just as badly to forgive them, for a heart can grab hold of old wounds and go sour as milk over them.
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

Beautifully rendered botanical illustration of hyacinths by Basilius Besler (1561–1629). Originally found here: Wikimedia. Digitally modified version (by Field & Garden) can be downloaded as a high-res, printable 8” x 10” @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark here.


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Illustrated Template for Announcements, Invitations, Journaling and Various Other Design Projects: The Lark's Nest

A lark began to sing in the tree above her. Dortchen opened her eyes and looked up. It was such a small, plain, grey thing, yet its song was so full of joy. She could see its breast swell, its thin throat tremble. It lifted its wings, as if seeking to draw more air into its lungs. Song-notes were flung into the air, like golden coins thrown by a generous hand. All the lark's strength was poured into its music, all its joy. Dortchen took a deep breath, so deep that she felt her lungs expand and the muscles of her chest crack. She wanted to live like the lark did, filled with rapture. She stood up, looking up at the bird through the sunlit leaves. It flung its wings wide and soared away into the sky. She wanted to fly with it.
― Kate Forsyth, The Wild Girl

Late 19th century illustration of a lark's nest in a meadow surrounded by fluttering butterflies and nodding spring flowers, paired with lightly distressed painted old paper to create an illustrated template that can be used for announcemnts, invitations, journaling and various other design projects. High-res 12” x 12” @ 300 ppi JPEG without any words/watermark can be found here.


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Illustrated Template for Announcements, Invitations, Journaling and Various Other Design Projects: The Young Naturalists

I love the stillness of the wood;
I love the music of the rill:
I love the couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill.

Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees,
The silver-crested ripples pass;
and, like a mimic brook, the breeze
Whispers among the grass.

Here from the world I win release,
Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude,
Break into mar the holy peace
Of this great solitude.

Here may the silent tears I weep
Lull the vested spirit into rest,
As infants sob themselves to sleep
Upon a mothers breast.

But when the bitter hour is gone,
And the keen throbbing pangs are still,
Oh, sweetest then to couch alone
Upon some silent hill!

To live in joys that once have been,
To put the cold world out of sight,
And deck life's drear and barren scene
With hues of rainbow-light.

For what to man the gift of breath,
If sorrow be his lot below;
If all the day that ends in death
Be dark with clouds of woe?

Shall the poor transport of an hour
Repay long years of sore distress—
The fragrance of a lonely flower
Make glad the wilderness?

Ye golden house of life's young spring,
Of innocence, of love and truth!
Bright, beyond all imagining,
Thou fairy-dream of youth!

I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer's day.
― Lewis Carroll
Late 19th century illustration of five Victorian children looking at a nature exhibit, paired with lightly distressed painted old paper to create an illustrated template that can be used for announcemnts, invitations, journaling and various other design projects. High-res 9” x 12” @ 300 ppi JPEG without any words/watermark can be found here.


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Printable Vintage Art: A Trio of Rabbit Paintings

“Hare in a Wooded Landscape,” 19th century by Carl Franz Gruber (1803–1845)

“A Hare in the Forest,” 16th century by Hans Hoffmann (1530–1591)

“White Rabbit, Standing,” 1910 by Jan Mankes (1889–1920)

She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
― Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
The idea of rabbits as a symbol of vitality, rebirth and resurrection derives from antiquity. This explains their role in connection with Easter, the resurrection of Christ. The unusual presentation in Christian iconography of a Madonna with the Christ Child playing with a white rabbit in Titian's Madonna of the Rabbit can thus be interpreted Christologically. Together with the basket of bread and wine, a symbol of the sacrificial death of Christ, the picture may be interpreted as the resurrection of Christ after death. [Source: Wikimedia]

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My Photo Journal: Summer Throwback Walk at Lynde Shores Conservation Area in Whitby, Ontario

Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
― Franz Kafka

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
― W.B. Yeats

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time:
Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Picture above shows a fallen tree in the woods while we were out walking one summer day in Lynde Shores Conservation Area many years ago. Doesn't it almost look like it could be a tropical rainforest with the foliage being so lush?

We first started going to Lynde Shores in Whitby, Ontario when our daughter was around 2 years old (she is turning 18 this year) and it was once our favourite go-to destination for at least a decade because she was (still is, actually) absolutely fascinated by the abundance of wildlife that would waddle, scamper or crawl around with no fear of the humans traipsing through their habitat. We go less frequently now as it has gotten much busier since the COVID-19 lockdown but it is still worth visiting especially if you have young children who love getting up close and personal with Nature!

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