Last year, me and my mum went to Arundel Castle, to see the tulip festival. And I loved it. I’ve been back since, every year, and its always amazing.
I’m not sure what I was expecting. A few tulips perhaps. But they were everywhere. It started outside the castle, with some red and pink ones by the entrance, and a few orange ones along the path that curves up the hill. But once we rounded the corner, the festival upped its game. The little incline sloping up to the castle was covered in red and white tulips, waving in the breeze, a carpet of crimson dotted with marble, like blood on snow. And as the path wove its way around, we were greeted by whole swathes of yellow tulips that shimmered in the sunshine like cups of gold. I love yellow flowers. They always make me smile, cheer me up. So those were some of my favourites. Then there was ribbons of purple, amongst the yellow, which worked really well. But the gardens themselves was where the star of the attraction hid.
We entered through the little archway, and there they were. Some of the largest, brightest pink tulips I have ever seen, truly giants, sitting by the rippling waterfall, paired with some smaller white ones, the pink tulips easily twice or thrice their size. It was majestic, wonderful. I stood there for several minutes, amazed nature could produce something so wonderful, speechless in their majesty. But the wonder continued.
The gravel around the fountain was surrounded by more. Pots of tulips, in every colour of the rainbow, a ribbon of delight; in orange, red, pink, purple, yellow, gold. They cheered my soul, made me smile with their vivid vibrancy, a pure delight. And we kept finding more, small pots of black and white, or yellow and red, pink and purple, all arrange perfectly, surprising you at every corner.
I loved every minute. It was just wonderful. And I’m excited, to go back again this year. I’m sure it will be just as wonderful.
