The weekend before my own garden opening I gave myself the afternoon off to visit my friend Louise’s garden which was open for the NGS.
The Old Rectory is a wonderful garden, continually developing and always an absolute delight. This visit was further enhanced by a spectacularly beautiful day. The meadow above was added a couple of years ago, a second meadow to this longer established one below.
Louise loves roses and was definitely the inspiration for the number I’ve now planted chez Duver Diary.
There are always lovely planting combinations and new varieties to admire.
Thanks Louise, it was just beautiful.
As my neighbour said, who visited for the first time – “Best £4 I’ve ever spent!”
It’s a garden I’ve been meaning to visit for ages as I read they had fabulous tulips. Sadly, unlike Gravetye, only a few miles away, the majority of the Parham tulips were past their best, but there was so much else to admire, not least some glorious walls and structures.
Oh, and did I say there was a fabulous nursery?
I wonder if I can make it back for your Garden Weekend?
This weekend saw the OH and me celebrating (a month early) our 30th Wedding Anniversary having decided just a few days ago to go to Gravetye Manor.
Gravetye was the home of William Robinson, who bought it in 1884 and lived there until his death in 1935. At Gravetye he established the idea of the English natural garden, eschewing the ‘blobby’ Victorian bedding planting and, instead pioneering sweeping, painterly drifts of herbaceous perennials close to the house, but also establishing wonderful ‘wild’ areas of naturalised bulbs and wild flowers.
As the website says “The variety and charm of the arrangements of trees and shrubs and the layout of the different types of garden at Gravetye is still his creation and memorial. Even when very old and partly crippled he would go out in his wheelchair and scatter bulbs and seeds from a bag on his lap; the garden room he built at the end of the formal garden provided him with a shelter from which he could watch his beloved flowers and trees from a fresh viewpoint.”
I’d read about Robinson and Gravetye in The Garden magazine a couple of years ago and it’s been on my list ever since. Following the hotel changing hands in 2010 significant redevelopment work has taken place in the garden under the careful eye of Tom Coward (who had previously spent three years with Fergus Garrett at Great Dixter).
The gardens surround a wonderful hotel and aren’t available to just wander into, consequently our stay was planned as a special treat – to stay a night and enjoy the gardens as part of the visit.
Exiting through the bar you are greeted with the view above. The view is north westerly across the flower garden.
The timing of our visit was pretty much perfect with not only the tulips at their peak, but the Azalea Bank too. And you have to admire the backdrop of remarkable mature trees.
Further absolutely stunning displays surrounded the Flower Garden
Walking around to the orchard and then on towards the glasshouses, we passed this glorious sight
and we weren’t the only ones enjoying it! Can someone identify it please?
On to the glasshouses and there was a mixture of large scale production,
as well as rather more glamorous endeavours. Look at these fabulous peaches!
From the glasshouses we entered the astonishing elliptical 1.5 acre Kitchen Garden. Not only is this the first kitchen garden I’ve ever been in that wasn’t square or rectangular, but it’s also on a proper slope – the whole thing slopes really significantly towards the south east.
At the back of the Kitchen Garden we came across this beautiful ‘Allium Gate’. Apparently it was only made three years ago by a local female blacksmith. I haven’t been able to find out the name of the maker, but isn’t it wonderful?
All in all it was an amazing garden, so thank you Gravetye Manor, Tom Coward and William Robinson. Genius!
The house was originally constructed for Jacques Majorelle in the 1930s and from the beginning, the walls were painted in ‘Majorelle blue’. He designed a garden around the Art Deco house with the rare and exotic plants he’d collected worldwide.
The garden was first opened to the public in 1947, but fell into disrepair after his death in 1962. It was saved from developers when Pierre Berge and Yves Saint Laurent bought it in 1980 and since then the garden has been restored, with many plants added.
Following Saint Laurent’s death in 2008, the garden passed to a new non profit ‘fondation’ to ensure the conservation and maintenance of the property. The fondation has already opened a fascinating Berber museum within the grounds and are currently working on the ‘Musee Yves Saint Laurent’ which is due to open later this year.
I previously visited this garden in 2006 with two primary age children in tow. I remember worrying that a garden visit was likely to be very painful, but actually the combination of spiky cacti, bright colours and, most particularly, turtles in the pool proved a winning combination.
Fast forward to 2017 and the turtles have gone, but the other elements are still very much in evidence.
Unlike the Jardin Secret, this garden is outside the centre of Marrakech and the entrance is off what feels like a residential street, but like the Jardin Secret, there is significant use of water in the design.
It doesn’t have the striking layout of the Jardin Secret, and is definitely busier, but its still a fascinating space with much to recommend it. Perhaps I’ll return in another ten years to check our the new museum.
Oh, and if you’re wondering how they keep that blue paint looking so fresh…
If you want a wonderfully detailed account of this garden, including the history, do head over to the Frustrated Gardener who visited late last year (and in much sunnier weather!)
I realised when we were forced to land in Casablanca to refuel (due to a 40 mile wide thunderstorm sitting over the Marrakech airport) that the weather for our short trip was unlikely to be balmy, and indeed it wasn’t. Having said that, by Saturday the weather had improved, and by Sunday (when I took my ‘Aloe Aloe’ Wordless Wednesday picture) the sky was a fabulous blue. Sadly, on Friday when we went garden visiting, all was rather grey.
Le Jardin Secret is situated in Marrakech’s central souk and is an extraordinary oasis amongst the chaos. It has been open less than a year after a redesign by Tom Stuart-Smith and a fabulous renovation. It is an absolute triumph.
The space consists of two separate gardens, the first square and the second rectangular which abut on a corner, each largely invisible from the other.
In this photo you can see the exotic garden to the middle right, with the second, larger, Islamic garden in the main part of the picture. The link between the two is deliberately small, creating a contrast between the narrow link and the wider gardens themselves.
The first photo is of the exotic garden, looking back to elegant reception building seen at the rear. The view looking the other way, as you first enter the exotic garden, is below.
Whilst not a huge fan of battleship grey, it makes a striking back drop for the wonderfully textured planting and the colourful Aloes.
Although the exotic garden is segmented and symmetrical, the larger Islamic garden is even more strictly laid out. The rectangular shape is split into four quadrants, with each quadrant further split into four.
And whereas the planting in the exotic garden is contemporary and from all over the world, the planting in the Islamic garden is much more traditional with repeated planting of olive, pomegranate, fig and date. Only the herbaceous planting underneath the trees is a modern interpretation of the original swept earth.
Throughout both gardens are beautiful rills and fountains, with water being an essential element in Islamic gardens.
The original water system in Marrakech utilised ground drainage tunnels (established in the late eleventh century) which carried water from the Atlas mountains into the city’s mosques, hammams and some of the great houses, including Le Jardin Secret.
From the Islamic garden we climbed up to first floor level above the Oud el Ward pavilion to lunch in the new cafe.
From here we climbed a further beautifully tiles staircase
to the top of the tower, from where the layout of the garden was clear. As the website says “The garden is as a matter of fact a metaphor of heaven; it is a sacred place, laid out according to rigid geometrical rules, in which the Muslim order asserts itself over the wild disorder of nature.” Heaven indeed.
So the Golf Captaincy has come to an end and all that’s left now is hosting the thank you dinner for 14 next Friday. Not quite sure why we’re doing the thanking, but hey, what do I know?
Anyway, to celebrate the handover we’d discussed all sorts of potential long haul adventures but unfortunately, by the time we got to proper planning, it turned out I could only take a week off work so we ended up with five days in Mallorca! Ah well, the sun shone occasionally, and it was definitely warmer.
The Jardines de Alfabia are situated between Palma (where we were staying) and Soller on the slope of the Sierra de Tramuntana.
There is a beautiful old train which has been running between the two towns since 1912. Apparently it will make a request stop at the gardens, but we wanted to go to Soller anyway so we took the train there and got a bus back.
Clearly it was late in the season to experience a great deal in the way of flowers, but the garden, originally owned by the 12th Arab Viceroy, has a Moorish character and the associated design features were easy to admire without blooms.
The entrance to the garden was up this striking flight of steps
From here there is an extraordinary pergola
which, in the further half, has twenty four inbuilt hydrants which erupt, after a 20 second delay, when a button is pressed. There was a comedy moment when I was about to press the button, not understanding where the hydrants actually spouted, and a Spanish couple coming in the opposite direction made it very clear using sign language that I really shouldn’t!
Here there were two amazing trees, easily 25 metres tall – Silk floss tree or Chorisia speciosa. Sorry not great photos, but the blooms were so high up and I only had my phone.
And this was the extraordinary bark
Exiting via the house (which apparently has Arabic, Gothic, Renaissance, Baroque, Roman, Rococco and even English in its decoration!) we spotted this fabulous palm, acting as eyelashes to the Ox Eye (ojos de buey) window. There were (understandably) a pair of these windows and each had its own little staircase, I assume for mounting your house (or carriage).
And to finish, ooh look – flowers!