Fleetingly at the Garden History Museum

On the south bank of the Thames and right next to Lambeth Palace, the Archbishop of Canterbury’s  London digs,  is a deconsecrated church. It’s graveyard, carved up like a wedge of cheese by busy road is the resting place of the illustrious in trade and horticulture.  There is a prosperous wax chandler,  the man who…

Why you should visit the #Chelsea Flower Show

The television camera is the eye of Sauron.  Key hole surgery down the perianth of plants, peering behind cordoned-off places and practically staring up the nostrils of the horti-stablishment. So why bother to go there  to the Chelsea Flower Show in person? Is the lure the blitzkrieg of celebrity?  The heavy odour in the air…

Chelsea 2013: A few first thoughts

Goodness me, how calm  this flower show seemed today.  Restraint was the theme around the grounds.  In the Grand Marquee, down the spine of  Main avenue, out into Royal Hospital Way and beyond to  the outreach section in  Serpentine walk,   it was shooooooosh and hush in looks.

A boundary story

The truth of it is no-go, slow stasis and paralysis and so I am going to post this opalescent image by Char Faber of the east Sussex coast.   Hot off her iPad and winged around yesterday. By chance,  it is where we walked on the new year’s day.  Back then, sea spun green in…

Monochrome zone: a black and white walk round my village today

A Black and White walk round my village today. I just love it that a in a stride about outside  all bright shades have been erased and noise is muffled and bleached out. Snow glare has sapped  tone and hue from the palette and turned the gaze over to sharp silhouettes.

The planting in the Olympic Park

For the East Angle travelling by train, Stratford is the gateway to the City and beyond.  For years we have had to rely on the bus shelter and railway station to give a whisper of the brave new world under construction.  And now for the price of a ticket to a sporting event;  the opportunity…

And so WHAT do YOU want from your garden then?

Stripping away and paring back the overgrowth in my own plot, I have been musing and pondering the while. On the pint pot scale, this is milk bottle size and weirdly enough we have dug a rich seam of these out of the bank down the far end.  Archeology in the making.    In reality…

Lush and jungly planting at Glyndebourne

Do these plants get high on arias?  The planting in the borders at Glyndebourne is in the exuberant category.  Grounded in the  lovely bones of ha-ha  and paths and steps of brick, the shrubs and flowers seem to spring out of the beds and hurry about.  The energy is added to  by the huge view…

Rest assured at Wrest Park

Bedfordshire?  Never given it much thought beyond gritting my teeth over the drive to Luton airport.  A prejudice I don’t mind defending as many have never heard of Suffolk, where I’m from, at all. This non view got swept into a cocked hat or french drain two days back when travels along a beaded necklace…