Westonbirt Arboretum- Natures great Tree-atre (Sorry!)

Hello all,
I know, third time in a week, but so many adventures! On Wednesday Andy and I ventured off to Westonbirt Arboretum for the day, just outside Bath. Now, I'm aware Westonbirt isn't exactly adrenaline filled, injury inducing chaos but what it is a truly magnificent, surreal, beautiful myriad of colour and wonderment.
It is gargantuan both in height and acreage (good word? Probably not) and filled with trees (surprising right?) from all over the world.
Its air of surrealism came from the tree lined avenues, they all looked like they should have roads down the centre of them and cars parked haphazardly in front of victorian houses. The lack of these man made things made it very like Alice-in-Wonderland. There was an eerie lack of other people, there were other people, just not where I could see them. It felt like you could run the length of it and depite the sparcity of the woodland around you, never see anyone again, forever and the trees would never end; but you could hear voices. Laughter and chatter carried on the wind and echoing through the trees...or could you? Andy was off taking photographs so it made me doubt whether I could hear anything other than the wind and the leaves and all other sound was a product of my own insanity.
Fortunately however, I didn't see the Cheshire Cat and I didn't encounter a misplaced tea party attendend by a mad hatter and a march hare but it felt like the possibility was there, right around the corner.