Despite probable neglect, things in the garden seem to be happening, whether I want it too or not.
(I mean HOW? Last I remember we were still in the aftermath of Christmas. We were all looking forward to the great coming of the snowdrops! And now we’re in MID-JULY! THE SHOPS’LL HAVE HALLOWEEN OUT SOON!!!)
Some of this happening, is good:
But there are other happenings, that I wish weren’t. *Cough* WEEDS. *Sneeze* Pardon me.
Said ‘neglect’, came in the form of a holiday. 11 Nights, All-Inclusive, Ice cream coming out of my eyes, Beer on Tap, 99% lying down, sun turned up high and lots of books. Heaven. HEAVEN.
Garlic and Onions drying in the log store.
The French beans last year, were the highest performers. What a bloody let down this year. They’re growing up wigwams alongside the sweet peas ( far right and far left of this image). In my head this looked great. It should look great. But them bloody French beans have let us all down.
The Carrots may also be destined for the naughty step.
The squash patch is a mixed bag.
The courgettes are doing grand. Pumpkins? Nothing so far.
When I was away, the Greenhouse, was looked after splendidly by two of my allotment neighbours, proving once again, that the allotment community cannot be beat (unless of course, you have a plot on this allotment site, which actually is just down the road from where I live. It’s full out war. How sad. How pathetic. How not what allotments are about.) I gifted my two neighbours with bottles of ale upon my return (once I had made sure everything was still alive, of course. )
I think that takes us up to now. I’ve got a few days off work this week, which actually means I don’t have any days off at all. Cos’ there’s a hell of a lot of weeding to be done.
The trip to Harlow Carr was a spontaneous decision; after struggling to decide which National Trust property to visit ( a bit like arguing over what to watch on Netflix) we turned to the local attraction recommendations listed in the guest book in the hotel room. Rhs Harlow Carr was first on the list. The decision was made. And the weather, as indicated in my tweet, was perfect for it.
So less than a year since our first visit in high summer, we returned. Paying for our ticket (rather begrudgingly on my behalf, having gotten used to flashing my National Trust card at their properties like a Police Detective would show his ID badge before swanning into a crime scene.) We were told for another 20 quid we could have annual RHS membership, I politely declined. We entered and like the last time we visited we instinctively headed left out of the doors towards the Western side of the garden. Although there’s no official route, this is the direction we headed. Why do we always go the same way? Routine?
Anyway, My first thought upon entering:
‘Can I change my mind? Yes I do want RHS membership for an extra £20.00?’
No, I was told.
Going this way, past the Stream-side, and faux potting sheds ( I’m not sure I see the point in these. I want to see the real thing.)
…You’ll reach the lakeside garden, arguably my favourite part of the gardens. In fact, I think I’d like this to be my back garden. It wouldn’t be that hard to replicate neither. Inspirational.
This is the lake, ’tis lovely. Lovelier without that building perhaps? Carrying on through the woodland, you’ll be greeted by scent it self. If ever I wasn’t convinced by the small, shrubby, Rhododendrons I knew before, I’m now a complete convert. Oh, and if scent doesn’t float your boat (Voldermort?)
What about sheer beauty?
This one was my favourite, a den and a Rhododendron in one. A RhodoDENdron. It was Rhododendron ‘Moonlight.’
This. Whatever this is (And I feel like I should know what it is.) it is not one for people with Arachnophobia. Actually what is it?
Carrying on, you will pass the wild flower meadow, with beauty only the eyes can appreciate.
Further into the meadow, past randomly placed (but irresistible) musical instruments, you’ll find this. The Pollinators lawn. A simple concept capable of being very effective. I wasn’t sure at first, but I think I like it. Anyway, it’s not there to be liked.
And now, when walking past apparently scruffy unkempt front lawns on the estate, full o’ Daisies and Dandelions, like the bees, I shall see a meadow.
Moving on through the woodland.
This is the first glimpse you’ll get of the main borders. But we’ll come back to them later.
…Past now invasive Skunk cabbage, you’ll reach the Cafe and a drink was definitely needed.
And if the words ‘Skunk Cabbage’ weren’t enough to get your appetite going, I don’t know what is.
Studying the various varieties of Tea they had on offer, In the end I opted for, erm, well, just Tea.
After tea, the sky started to spit and hoods went up everywhere. I could sense a level of panic.
Just as we reached the main borders, the heavens opened and people began to disappear. Of all the grey days in May, it was one of the sunniest and most promising on which it pissed down. Typical. I of course blame my self, for the Sod’s law that tweets like mine above always provide. ‘ You hope it’s not gunna rain eh? I’ll teach you for hoping !’
And so From the Main border, we headed for this pond.
Here, whilst sat huddled under a brolly, suitably sheltered and wondering where everyone else had gone for shelter, the work went on for one poor gardener.
I think it would be fair to say he got rained on. And I feel guilty to admit that it added a certain amount of comfort to watch him work, us glad not to be in his shoes at that particular moment in time.
We watched as the rain drops made contact with the pool of water. I tried and failed to photograph the circular patterns it made. It was peaceful, and right then I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
And after being held in peaceful trance by water, we headed back through the main border, and admired the Alliums, which, 1 week later to the day, in my back garden anyway, are making way for Verbena Bonariensis.
with one last look back,
We headed, through the vegetable garden ( I insisted, ‘Just to see what’s going on.’) and into the ‘Alpine House.’ Finally winning the game of ‘us VS everyone else in the gardens hide and seek.
By the time we were due to leave I was utterly convinced that I had to claim that membership we were offered at the ticket desk. So I did, and I got a free bag shopping bag.
I thought I’d share some photos with you that were taken over the bank holiday weekend at two gardens over two separate days. The first, on the last day of April, my Birthday, was the Alnwick Garden, roughly an hour north from where I live. The second was Benningbrough Hall, roughly an hour south, on May Day.
Alnwick Garden – 30th April 2017
The Alnwick garden is huge. It’s also wonderful; a perfect day out. A fun fair for adults (Kids’ll love it too – especially the poison garden, which is absolutely fascinating) (I hope that doesn’t too sinister.). If you want to read a more in depth write up of the gardens, please head over to this post by fellow garden blogger, Lou Nicholls. Disappointingly, I forgot to pack a spare battery for my DSLR, so after half an hour, I was using my phone, which might mean the quality of the photos is a bit inconsistent.
Alnwick Gardens Gallery.
Beningbrough Hall – 1st May 2017
Beningbrough hall was a more spontaneous trip, we decided to go and were half way there within an hour – might as well get some more use out of our National Trust membership, we thought to our selves ( which, at under a tenner a month, is worth every penny.) To be quite honest we weren’t expecting much from the gardens, I don’t think they are really advertised as much as they should be on the NT website. All formal lawns, was what we expected. We couldn’t have been more wrong. The Beningbrough gardens are beautiful. Magical even. They’re the type of gardens that you can fall in love with. I have. They remind me of the Country House garden my Dad looked after when I was a child – Full of little nooks and crannies, long garden corridors, different ‘Rooms’, Beautiful walled gardens with espalier trained fruit. There is something of interest around every corner, and what’s more it feels just as preserved as the big house itself – a complete contrast to the Alnwick garden which definitely has a more modern feel about it – despite being a renovation of a garden as old as the hills. But is also equally as breathtaking.
Beningbrough is a proper working garden, and is truly charming because of it.
Beningbrough Hall Gallery.
Because I wasn’t expecting Beningbrough to be as brilliant as it was, I decided not to bother to pack my good camera, so these are all taken on my I Phone. My own rule for photography is that if you have to ask your self ‘should I bring my camera?’ then the answer is always ‘YES you absolutely should’, but on this day, I broke the rule. Next time I will be better prepared. Despite this, I’m actually quite pleased with the quality of these.
For all the photos I’ve taken on my phone I now use the Adobe Lightroom mobile app for editing, which is a surprisingly powerful piece of software that does nearly everything the Desktop version of the software does. The Mobile version of Photoshop has also come a long way since it’s first release, and I highly recommend anyone who already subscribes to Adobe to try them out.
This last week has been quite the contrast to those balmy days we experienced earlier in the month, where spring did the finest impression of summer. The ‘Halcyon days’ as I now refer to them as. These past few days however, have acted despicably; we need rain! Lots of rain! But what do we get? Days of hail and nights of frost. Not exceptionally damaging frosts though, thank heavens. Nonetheless it’s been bloody cold.
Today armed mostly with a 50mm lens, I went out into the garden, and to the allotment, to capture what is going on, and to find out what shines, when the sun doesn’t, in The Last Days of April.
For the last few weeks, the Clematis that grows up the side fence has been full of promise. A star in waiting.Well this morning, expecting some sort of frost damage, I was pleased. It had finally delivered.
The cheap and cheerful 50mm F1.8 lens (Nifty Fifty) that I’m mainly using here is an awkward sod – it mostly refuses to focus on anything, but on the rare occasion it obeys me it’s brilliant. This is considered a cheap lens. But even the Cheap lenses are bloody expensive, so I try to get the best out of the few I own, usually resorting to the Kit lens (18-55mm) that came with my camera.
…Very pleased indeed.
There are also other Gems to be found in the garden, the Poppies are doing well.
The Tulips not so; not in terms of quantity. But at least it gives me a chance to focus on their individualistic qualities.
Bluebells are also doing their thing.
as are Hostas and Ferns.
And now to plot 12,
Where there’s no real stars at the moment. But the Alliums ( purple sensation) will soon take that crown.
And because of this, the last of the daffodils sulks amongst it’s mushy mates.
There is a bit of frost damage here – the Blossom of the apples doesn’t look overly fantastic.
But it’s okay – I wasn’t expecting any apples this year anyway.
The peas I planted out last week have been nibbled. I don’t know what by but I suspect Pea Weevil?
The Sweet peas seem to have survived the frost – but they are relatively tough anyway.
In the Greenhouse the Tomatoes are doing well.
…And not so well.
The ones that are doing well were a gift. The ones that are doing not so well were sown and grown by me. Hey-Ho.
The Sunflowers aren’t doing at all.
But the Dahlias are doing all right.
As is the Nicotiana.
…If a little nibbled here and there.
And back outside the weeds are doing whatever they want, whenever they want. Undeterred by Hoe wielding gardener.
It’s been too long since I’ve been out into the garden solely to take photographs. I shall try to make more of an effort there.
It’s also been over a month now since my last blog post – no real reason for this other than the fact that nothing really ‘came’ to me – I don’t really plan my posts, they are almost always spontaneous – off the cuff. Ideas usually come to me when they like, usually at stupid-o-clock in the night. Sometimes I’ll have a light bulb moment where the wording of a particular paragraph – or even a sentence that I’ve been struggling with will come to me whilst I’m in the shower. Notebookless, it’s needless to say that by the time I’m out, it’s completely gone. And For the last month, nothing came to me. No ideas whatsoever. Not that it’s a problem but Perhaps I do need to start planning these more – brainstorming?
I’d be interested to know if any of you Garden Bloggers also Suffer from mild bouts writers block ? Or is it Bloggers Block? Is that a thing?
Anyhow, it’s been a funny old month. Kind of. Well actually, it hasn’t. Not really. Not for this country. And there’s two full days left yet! So whatever you’re doing, I hope you enjoy the Bank Holiday weekend!
It started in January with Sweet Peas. ‘Old Fashion Mix’ , ‘Erewhon’ and ‘ Almost Black’. A bit Like choosing a horse in the Grand National, I chose them because I liked their names. ( Second time I’ve made that Joke now, still only me laughing.)
Pinched out, they’re fattening up nicely.
A few weeks passed by till the next sowing. That was erm. Erm. (checking my diary) Nicotiana ‘Sensation Mix’ ! And Rudbeckia ‘Cherry Brandy.’
Sown thinly in module trays filled with seed compost, then placed on a windowsill, They germinated in about 10 days.
Around the same time I also planted some tomato seeds. Gardeners Delight, Moneymaker and ‘Mountain Magic Hybrid’. Opening the seed packet of the latter I was a bit shocked to find only 5 seeds. But they were in the sale at the garden centre so one musn’t complain too much. Still, they most be bloody good Tomatoes.
On the seed packets for the Tomatoes it said 21 days for germination. After 26 days I wondered for a moment if it meant 21 working days. Hmm. Nearly a month later and after realising the problem was me – (I was using a spray bottle to water the trays and the seed compost was drying out too quickly – rectified by using a gravel tray to water from below.) – they are now starting to pop up.
They’re coming up a bit leggy, but at least they’re coming up. Finally.
This week, after a break in sowing, it was back too it. Yesterday I put in a tray of ‘Stuttgarter’ Onion Sets, with any left overs put straight into the ground alongside the rows of Onion and Garlic planted back in Autumn. French Beans (Cobra) and Peas (Kelvedon Wonder) were also sown into module trays.
Both of these I normally sow direct but it doesn’t hurt to experiment a bit.
These are the first lot of seeds I’ve tried to start in the greenhouse, the rest have been started on windowsills above radiators and only after germination have they went in the greenhouse. But it’s still too cold in there. Especially with my defective automatic ventilation system ( Smashed Window Pane). Yesterday morning we were back down to freezing, which isn’t too good for the tender seedlings of Nicotiana and Rudbeckia. They needed further protection from the elements. so I decided to modify this cloche into a sort of mini greenhouse / coldframe.
It’s protecting a mixture of things: Dahlias, Rudbeckia, Nicotiana, Strawberry plants and Pelargonium Cuttings.
It doesn’t look much but I think it’ll do the job.
Typically when I visited today the greenhouse thermometer was showing 20C. Freezing again tonight though.
Today I managed to get a couple of rows sown direct to ground: Beetroot Boltardy and a row of Lettuce ‘Lakeland’. Being quite far north, I’m probably getting a head of myself with direct sowings – we shall see.
Looking through my seed collection yesterday I realised I still have a lot to do.
It’s that time of year where it’s not always obvious what we should be doing in the garden. In between winter and spring. Springter?
The winter digging regime by now ( for me at least ) is completed. At home a list of pruning tasks are also complete (these included Wisteria, Climbing Roses, Buddleja and Late Flowering Clematis amongst others.) You might start to think about taking up the ancient art of thumb twiddling.
The grass hasn’t really got going yet, and the ground is still too cold to plant anything out for at least a few weeks yet (barring Garlic and Onion Sets.) You’re potatoes are chitting away nicely, and you might even have some seedlings on the windowsill. Or you might not. You might be of the mind set that it’s still to early to be sowing seeds. There’s no right or wrong here. But what else can we be doing in our gardens ?
Well apart from twiddling your thumbs ( it’s an art form that can be practiced anywhere), quite a lot.
Here are just a few thing’s that I have been getting up to over the past couple of days.
1. Preparing the ground.
Although the main winter digging is complete, You might, like me wan’t to achieve a fine tilth, especially if you are going to direct sow anything ( About 60 % of my seeds are sown directly) This means to achieve a Crumbly, fine texture in the soil. For heavy clumpy clay ( I’m not sure about other soil types as clay is all I know.) it can seem daunting, near impossible perhaps, to achieve this without the use of a tiller or a Rotovator. Rototiller if you’re from the states, I believe. (And that was my initial plan; a bloke on our site, known as Ronnie the Rotovator, will do it for you for 60 quid – I’m not sure if that’s a nationwide service he provides or just on our site.), but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted the job to be my own, without the use of heavy, loud, polluting machinery.
The way I do it is (…the hard way, just use a tiller, the end….) the way I do it, is by taking an old rake and absolutely abusing it, bashing, thrashing and whacking lumps of clay with in an inch of their lives. Keep going over it until the clumps start to break down and then by using the rake how it was intended to be used, you will get there. It’s actually relatively easy once you get going, and something I enjoy.
Perhaps one day I will be known as ‘master of the tilth’. The neighbours will ask ‘ Did Ronnie the Rotovator do that for you?’ And I shall say ‘ No! It was I, with bare hand and rake’ and across the site Jaws will drop. Looking at these pictures perhaps not. But I am pleased none the less. And I saved 60 quid.
2. Keep on Weeding.
They never stop. They literally never stop, and if you don’t stop weeding they’ll quickly get on top of you. Although It’s also good idea to leave some of the flowering weeds for the bees. With sunny days becoming more frequent ( Hoorah!) Bee’s are tricked out of hibernation (Booo) at this time of year and there’s not a lot of flowers out there at the moment for them to feed on. The same goes for our birds: keep on feeding as there’s still a lack of natural sources of food for them at this time of year. It’s nice to be nice. They’ll never return the favour though , if that’s what you’re hoping. They probably won’t even thank you for it. Rude.
3. Repair and replace.Check over everything. This way you will be fully prepared for the coming season and you won’t be caught out by that broken cloche you forgot about or that smashed pane of glass in the greenhouse. Also keeping on top of your tools is an essential part of good husbandry. I try to clean mine after every use, especially with things like secateurs which can quite easily spread diseases if you’re not careful.
Go on, have a brew, sit down. KitKat? You’ve worked hard over the winter. You can afford to take a bit of time out, in a few weeks it’s going to be wonderfully hectic. Take a bit of time to plan and take stock. Even if it’s just in your head. Think things over. It’s what I’m doing right now as a write this, sitting at the plot in-between achieving that jaw-droppingly good tilth ( Ha!).
These are just a few of the things that have been keeping me busy recently. I’d love to hear what you’ve been getting up to in the garden and how you’ve avoided the old thumb twiddle.
The Signs of spring are increasing daily; just this morning I head the first croak of a frog in the pond. Soon the to-do list will be through the roof and you won’t know whether you’re coming or going. What an exciting prospect!
Although couch grass (pronounced coo-ch, Latin name Elymus repens sometimes known as Agropyron repens) is said to have uses in herbal medicine, most gardeners and allotment holders will know it as an invasive weed that is difficult to control.
Our own little plot is riddled with it.
It might seem as though you’re fighting a losing battle when it comes to couch grass, but with perseverance and a little bit of understanding about how it grows and survives, it is possible to keep it at bay. (Although that is likely to take us many years of vigilant work!)
Why is it a problem?
Couch grass grows rapidly through the top layer of soil, creating a thick mat of roots, removing water and nutrients from the soil and making it difficult to plant other things.
Like all plants, it exudes chemicals to help it survive and some of these…
Snowdrops, Aconites, Hellebores, Crocus, amongst others, mark the ending of winter, and the beginning of spring. Soon Fritillaries, Daffodils and Bluebells will take the torch. Then spring really has started. Winter forgotten. I like to accept the 1st of march as the start of spring, although if I were more patient, I’d wait until the spring equinox on the 20th of March. Here the sun is in line with the equator, as it also is on the Autumn Equinox ( just heading in the opposite direction ), so spring is basically the same as Autumn, just backwards. And if you cast your mind back to late autumn, you’ll remember how cold it can get, the novelty of the first frosts soon wearing thin. Frosts are as much a part of spring as they are Autumn. They do not belong to winter. That’s important to remember. They will dwindle, the days will lengthen, but the equinox is not a switch. Spring comes gradually and if you’re not careful, you’ll be caught out.
Last Weekend me and my Partner decided to stay for a night at one of our favourite Country House Hotels ( this makes me sound like I’m visiting country houses every week – trust me, I’m not!)… Which also just so happens to be where my father works as the Head (only) Gardener, 15 acres which in it’s day as a stately home had a total of 12 Gardeners. A sad and clear sign of the times. And hard work indeed for my Dad.
We stay there quite regularly actually, as since my partner also works at the hotel, albeit in a separate building in the grounds, we get a good discount, which includes bed and breakfast (I’ll stop gloating in a minute but those breakfasts are glorious) …We’d be mad not take it up. The people who own it also own quite a few others dotted around the country which we can stay at for the same amazing discounted rate, so we do try to get a way for a little break somewhere every now and then.(I’m now making myself sound like a cheapskate… trust me, I’m not… okay yes maybe a little. I prefer the term Bargain-Hunter )
When we visit, we always do a walk of the grounds, which consists of Formal Gardens, lawns and woodland, just to see what changes have been made since we last visited.
This time however we had been set a bit of a mission. He is wanting to set up a clear, sign posted trail that guests can follow through the gardens and woodland, and before we left he give us a set of directions to follow, just to see if it would work.
So unpacking our stuff, and Being lured out by the glorious afternoon sun:
we set off…
From leaving the Main House, you’ll see the Front formal lawn, known as ‘the glade’ which within a couple of weeks will be fully striped:
left from here is this door, which I had to admit is very alluring.
However we had been instructed to go right and into the woodland in the distance. Entering the woods, the signs of winter were still here, the ground still quite boggy:
But there were also sure signs of spring, with snowdrops out, and other spring plants following behind.
Continuing on you’ll pass a series of natural wood features recently installed:
Until, after admiring snowdrops and log features, and bits of topiary, you reach an opening:
And up some steps, a glimpse of the house.
Up the steps and to your left, you’ll see the Main Lawn:
And to your right, an enclosed area:
Which if you enter you’ll find the sunken garden, which has recently been redeveloped into a Rose Garden:
I’m really looking forward to seeing this establish as it’s just going into it’s second year in it’s current form so I will certainly be back in the summer to see how it’s going.
Back on the path you pass another bench,which offers glorious views over the formal lawn and house:
We’ll continue past this bench and reach a Yew hedge, behind which is another path leading us back into the woods:
where again there a clear signs of spring.
This is the first time I’ve actually been down this path as I’ve never known it was here, I guess part of the reason my dad wants to sign Post.
Following on we reach the main drive where we had been instructed to cross over to another part of the grounds I had not visited before.
From here there are fantastic views of the estate.
These fields have a few fallen trees which are protected so cannot be removed, instead they are left to break down naturally. But I don’t mind that. They’re not an eye saw, sad to see them fallen though. But a habitat for something else.
Further down the footpath, we reach another opening:
Going through here you’ll reach the old Kitchen and Cutting garden:
This was lost many years ago, the reason to which I am still unsure but I’m desperate to find out ( Long before my father arrived – my best guess is after the Second World War when large country estates like this really started to decline.) It would take a lot of money (and a lot more gardening staff) to get going again; even more if they were to redevelop the old Greenhouses and Orangery:
which is in an even further state of disrepair… very sad because you can see what marvellous constructions they once where. One day I hope they will be fully restored. But Sadly I doubt it.
Nature has reclaimed them:
Here you can see trees growing from the inside.
Behind this fence there are still working Beehives, which are kept by a local bee-keeper.
Leaving here, through another enticing door, you’ll reach the orchard:
In the orchard there is also the blackthorn that provides us with the Sloes from which we make Sloe Gin with ( fast becoming a Christmas Favourite)
Opposite the orchard is an old converted set of stables, which hosts 2 out of 3 of my dads Sheds.
Continuing on you’ll pass ( but not enter) a little yard which plays host to the compost bins and piles… which quickly fill up in Autumn when the leaves begin to fall.
Down this back track , and through the trees, you’ll see the end of the first formal lawn we passed:
The end of this track and back where we started, would conclude the trail, which I think is going to be very successful.
However there is one more area I’d like to show you: a little hidden Gem.
Five stepping stones, only noticed by the most observant eye, mark the entrance.
And past a little spring planter,
You’ll see a sign.
This area was installed 2 years ago. This bit is meant for the wildlife not the guests: although there is a bench if you happen to find it.
It’s quite peaceful, to just sit listen and watch for a bit. Normally I bring some food up for the birds but sadly it slipped my mind this time, but it does play host to a lot of garden birds, as seen in this video ( apologies for poor quality).
And in these Pictures:
The British Trust for Ornithology also regularly visit, monitor and ring the birds, check the nest boxes.
Last year, in one of the boxes on the trees, they had Tawny Owl Chicks for the first time.
One of which, by absolute chance, once landed on a branch right next to where my Dad was working:
How I wish I Had seen that! But we do hear the owls on the night whenever we stay, and it is a haunting , Beautiful sound.
On the day after this visit, after the glorious breakfast in bed, we decided to make use of our new National Trust Membership, and visited Fountains Abbey, and Studley Royal Deer Park, which was equally beautiful (If 10 times the size). I could carry on and show you photos from that walk. But we’d be here for weeks. So I’ll just reccomend that you visit and leave you with this: