Washed out in Sissinghurst

Just as we arrived, the sky opened up and poured down buckets. I could barely see anything.
"Go check it out, see if it's worth going in," said Frances.
I felt no great desire to get out of the car. "If we go in, we'll still be outside. It is a garden," I said, trying for once to use logic on Frances.
After a bit more prodding, I got out to reconnoiter. I peeked over a fence for a free look.
In good weather, the crumbling monastery sprouting plants and shrubs and flower beds must have looked quite d