Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Stunning Streatham

Being in the employ of the University of Exeter means I'm lucky enough to work in a very beautiful part of the city.  We frequently enjoy the grounds of a sunny lunchtime, but for a more in-depth look, we took a weekend stroll - with Mum and Terry - to sample some of the many delights on this most extraordinary campus.

What I like most about this campus are the many little pockets, easily missed if you're in a hurry or don't stop to look, that teem with all manner of life.  First stop, Reed Pond, is a lovely setting, really just a stone's throw from the main road into the city centre, but somehow of another world.  I adore the arboreal backdrop, the duckweed sitting softly on the water's surface, and the stunning dragonflies that skim across the surface, a sure sign that wildlife is alive and well here.

Reed Pond

Through the trees and up the hill sits Reed Hall, an Italianate mansion donated to the (then) Exeter Technical and University Extension College by former Exeter Mayor, Alderman W H Reed, in 1922.  Back then, this was Streatham Hall, but in recognition of the Mayor's generosity, the hall was renamed in his honour.  Surrounding the hall, some of the grounds team's finest work goes into the stately gardens, so that they are always kept up-to-date, in colour, and ready to impress.  On display last weekend, white alyssum and blue ageratum, apparently designed to represent the colours of the University (although on a recent tour, the Scottish head of grounds told us he liked to consider it the Saltire.)

Reed Hall gardens
Reed Hall

Onto my personal favourite part of the gardens, to the plantation running roughly parallel to Stocker Road, but with views and an atmosphere that leave you believing you're in the density of a rainforest.  You'd be hard-pushed to know that the watercourse here is actually man-made, so delightful and natural is the landscaping, the slow trickle of the stream competing only with birdsong on an otherwise silent campus.  Where the plantation yields, so views are afforded across another pond, in an almost-exotic aspect, and just lovely in the hot summer sun.  I have walked down this footpath so many times, in every season and in every weather, and every time it offers a slightly different experience.  Today it's a red admiral butterfly, resting easily on a leaf (although, to my misfortune, it takes wing as soon as my camera lens comes close.)

Pond on North Park Road

Moving on, we take a moment to enjoy the colourful planting around the Library and the Stocker Road entrance, before visiting the wildflower meadow, which sits in the centre of Streatham Court.  If the number of bees is a good indicator of wildlife value, then this square is terrific - it simply buzzes with life.  We've been cultivating our own wild patch at home, so this makes an excellent reference point for us.

Planting outside the Library
Wildflowers at Streatham Court

We end our little tour by wandering up Taddiforde Valley.  Known to be full of colour when the magnolias blossom in spring, on our visit it's a more subdued, welcome pocket of shade.  The birdsong once again flutters through the air, and there's a definite feeling that not only are we on the edge of the campus, but also on the very borders of the city itself - for beyond, the fields roll away into mid Devon.  And this was always the joy of Streatham Campus for me - it's a short walk into the city centre, and an equally short walk into the countryside.  How many other top universities can boast that?

Taddiforde Valley
Taddiforde Valley

A lovely little tour around a stunning campus, which makes me feel very lucky to have at my fingertips, every day of the week.  For gardens that the public can visit and wander around for free, I simply don't think it can be beaten.  You can see the latest updates from the grounds team on their Budding News blog.

Sunday, 19 July 2015

Summer garden update

So here we are in midsummer, the halfway point of the year passed, and the garden growing more-and-more into its own.  I’ve spent a lot of time recently planning out a grander, more attractive and productive level for growing fruit and vegetables, much of which will not come good until next year – such is the gardener’s need to plan ahead.  This has involved the removal of concrete, cement, and ugly old paving slabs, the digging over of the ground underneath, removing along the way huge stones and other rubble, all of which is now mounted up at the very back of the plot (and, I hope, a perfect home for insects.)  In their place I have planted two young blackberry canes, and a couple of blackcurrant plants – none of which will bear fruit this year, but will hopefully give a small crop in a year’s time.  I’ve dabbled for the first time in soft fruits this year, and have so far found it an enjoyable experience.  My summer raspberry canes, currently in a pot (but hopefully, by next year, in the ground) have fruited admirably – the key, I have read, is to continuously pick in order to prolong the season, so the early pickings are freezer-bound until I can make up a decent size crop.  That said, one-or-two haven’t made it to the house, and I can testify, they are juicy, sweet and delicious!

Home grown raspberries

I’ve also started off two blueberry bushes this summer, again without expectation for this year.  One of the bushes – a cultivar Bluecrop – has produced a small handful of berries, so I’m trying to bring these on for ripening – anything, this year, is a bonus.  Blueberries are a fussy plant, requiring acidic soil and rainwater to grow well.  Because of this, they’re both living in pots of ericaceous compost, whilst I make daily trips to the water butt with the can.  Rainwater has been in relatively shot supply so far this summer, so I’m hoping I can just bring them through to the autumn unscathed.

Home grown blueberries

Flowers and ornamental plants is an area where I’m learning a lot this year – Lizzie has much better knowledge than I do – but both of us, this summer, have fallen in love with sweet peas.  Grown from seeds on the windowsill back in the cold months, these little troopers have gone from strength-to-strength, and with a bit of advice from gardening books and parents, we’ve brought them up their canes and into full, prolific, flower.  The key, like with raspberries, is to keep picking in order to encourage more, and their blooming is so constant, that we currently have a vase of sweet peas in almost every room in the house.

Sweet peas

There are some plants that are just so enjoyable to grow in the course of the season, and this year, it has been the giant sunflowers.  Again grown from seed, I have watched these amazing stems grow up to my knees, then my chest, then my head, and now they stand proudly above me, surveying the garden far below, visible from our front drive.  The tallest one is around eight-foot, and has been in bloom for at least two weeks.  I love sunflowers – they’re unfussy, simple, yet stunning and impressive to look at.  I’ll definitely look at growing more next year, and am also very interested in some of the dwarf varieties, like those seen at that lovely kitchen garden in the Hampton Court Flower Show.

Sunflowers

On our recent visit to RHS Rosemoor, Lizzie spied a rose called English Miss, to which she took a particular liking.  She didn’t know it at the time, but Mum ordered this rose for her as a birthday present, and a few weeks ago, we planted it out in one of the garden’s many gaps, in the hope that it would thrive.  Just a few weeks on, and the plant is covered in buds, with an early bloom really offsetting its delicate pale pink against the dark green foliage.  With a little bit of luck and attention, it’ll grow to fill the space, and reward us with lovely scented flowers for years to come.

Lizzie's new rose, English Miss

This first summer in the garden has been a delight, and also a challenge.  Many plants have cropped up that we can’t identify, and we’ve also had ups-and-downs with a few of our own that we’ve added – our lupin, for example, was utterly decimated by slugs and snails within a few short weeks of planting.  One plant that has quietly got on with it (so quietly, in fact, that until it bloomed, we thought it was dying) is our passion flower.  Now, this unique plant has intrigued me for years – it simply screams tropical, and getting one to grow in our climate feels like something of a horticultural victory.  In truth, however, we’ve planted, fed and watered, and allowed it to do its thing whilst loosely training it up some old trellis.  We’re now seeing a succession of beautiful flowers, none of which last more than a day or two, but which catch the eye every time, and are a real delight.

Passion flower

Our other main garden project for the year, aside from horticulture, has been to renovate the summerhouse.  This old wooden shack was not in a great way when we moved in – bits were rotten, the roof was leaking, old electrical wires had been laughably trailed up from the house by way of a hose pipe…  Over the last couple of months, we’ve knocked it into shape, laying new roofing felt, filling gaps left by rot, and generally making it fit for habitation once again.  The priming and painting of the structure took hours of tedious after-work effort, but we’ve finally finished, and are now enjoying the beach-themed hut as much as possible (in fact, it’s where I’m writing this blog today.)  With a bit of maintenance, we’re looking forward to using this space for years to come, and I for one can’t wait to kick back with a cool beer in this shady little corner of the garden – where else could I possibly want to be?

Our summerhouse last autumn
Our summerhouse this summer

Monday, 13 July 2015

Live in peace and plant potatoes and dream

It's easy, in this 24/7, energetic, busy and hassled world, to get a bit wrapped up in your own life.  Those small work decisions that are just so important; the commute home each day in the fraught and choc-a-bloc traffic; bills; politics; technology...  Maybe I'm undergoing a personal revolution, or perhaps I'm simply getting old before my time, but the modern-day bustle of life is fast losing its appeal in my eyes - I don't want the latest iphone, I don't need to stream my movies from "the cloud," and I really couldn't care less about the latest social media craze; the "ice bucket challenge," and "selfies," it has all just blissfully passed me by, and I have to say, I'm the happiest I've ever been.


This current outlook on life meant I really connected with the film I took Lizzie to see for her birthday recently, where a trip to Dartington's Barn Cinema saw us enjoy an hour-and-a-half in the company of the Moomins, in their new feature film, The Moomins on the Riviera.  Now, I have a deep fondness for these loveable, big-nosed creatures stretching back into childhood, and was amazed when I first met Lizzie, to find that she was an even bigger fan.  And what's not to love?  The Moomins live a peaceful life, in a tranquil valley, where an understanding of the world and a one-ness with nature prevails.  As a kid I was enthralled by their adventures, and Tove Jansson's brilliant creations have long been my inspiration for travelling to Scandinavia - an ambition as yet unfulfilled.

Moomin Mama, Moomin papa and precocious Little My

The Moomins on the Riviera was released on 10 October 2014 to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Tove Jansson's birth, but only made it onto UK screens at the end of May this year.  There's plenty to get excited by in this new film; for a start, it does something that no other film producer wants to do these days (sit up and take note, Disney) - it has stuck to its traditional, iconic, winning formula of good, old-fashioned, hand-drawn, two-dimensional animation, which for me beats your high-tech CGI computer animation every time.  But beyond the method of production lies the heart of the matter - the Moomins, virtually unchanged from their first animated debut in 1990, holding true to their culture and their values in a world where so many others have taken the money and sold out.  The very presence of this film demonstrates this point, but it is also woven deep into the fabric of the film's plot, in which the Moomins set sail for the Riviera.  During their time living the jet-set lifestyle, Moomin Papa falls in with a rich aristocrat and Snorkmaiden falls for the local playboy, leaving Moomintroll consumed with jealousy, and Moomin Mama to hold the family together, and get them all back on track to their traditional, life-affirming ways.  It's a powerful shot at a weary world, a challenge to a society fuelled by greed and always on the pursuit of financial wealth and riches.

The Moomins on the Riviera (source: official film website)

The timing of the film's screening fell, by some chance, on Lizzie's birthday weekend, which tied in (quite accidentally) with her present from me - volumes one to four of the Moomins TV series on DVD.  I actually worked quite hard to find these, but have already seen how, with the release of the feature film, they are slowly beginning to appear in the shops.  We've started to work our way through the episodes, and there's a definite humour to them that I certainly didn't perceive as a child.  What is the same, though, is that lovely, clean, idyllic Moomin way, and its message is as strong today - maybe even stronger, and perhaps more necessary - as it was when it first hit our TV screens 25 years ago.  The series in their book form, of course, goes back much further, to 1945 - but that's a story for another blog.

Moomin DVDs

Sometimes, when I'm pottering in the garden, watching bumble bees buzz around the lavender, or just admiring the view from our summer house, I feel a little bit like Moomintroll.  I feel like we're both content with what we have, both in touch with the world, both happy to while away the summer evenings with our loved ones, watching the flowers bloom and the vegetables grow.  And I'm happy with that, to have a sort-of kindred spirit in the animated world, and one whose vision of a happy life I really share - that is, to live in peace, and plant potatoes, and dream.

Snufkin

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

RHS Hampton Court Flower Show - my favourite bits

In the middle of the year's hottest week so far, on a day when the sun beat down in the upper 30s and there was no cloud to shadow its punishing rays, Lizzie and I ventured up to the historic grounds of Hampton Court, for the Royal Horticultural Society's annual flower show.  Celebrating its 25th year, the RHS had pulled out all the stops - more than 500 exhibitors spread across the palace grounds, 12 show gardens, six conceptual gardens, historic gardens, world gardens, summer gardens, and a whole host of stands and stalls displaying some of the best horticulture the world has to offer.  There was far too much to write authoritatively about, so I've picked some of my highlights.

It all started just a stone's throw from the entrance, where we stumbled upon a garden entitled A Growing Obsession, inspired by the Victorian English garden.  Elegant yet real, refined but natural, what struck me about this design was just how much could be done in such a relatively small space.  Interest is packed into every inch, and you can quite easily see yourself taking a turn around the lawn, stooping to admire the salvias, reaching to smell the scented roses.  This is the garden that summer days were made for.


A Growing Obsessioninspired by the Victorian English garden
A Growing Obsessioninspired by the Victorian English garden

Another favourite, The Pig kitchen garden, was always likely to appeal to me, and has given me much inspiration for my own plot of land.  Here, a stunning arrangement was created, with the perfect balance of edible plants and floral displays, perfect for pollinators.  I loved that the designers were able to display lettuces and beans as plants of beauty, grown for their colours, shapes and flowers, every bit as much as for their taste and nutrition.  My own area of garden for growing vegetables is currently being transformed, very much with this concept in mind, and I look forward to creating my own version over the next 12 months.

The Pig kitchen garden

On a similar ilk, A Herb Garden saw a gold medal award, and it's not hard to see why.  The planting in this little space was second-to-none, and you could really see the benefit to wildlife that such a patch could provide.  In amongst the lavenders, pineapple mints and lemon balms, my favourite herb of all, borage, poking billions of bright blue, star-shaped flowers through the foliage, a real treat to see (and a lesson in how to hide its unfortunately ugly, hairy stems from view!)  

A Herb Garden

On the other side of Hampton Court's Long Water, the show was dominated by the massive floral marquee.  Within this hot and humid structure, yet more colourful displays, of which alliums, with their delightfully purple globes, seem to have been a particularly popular aspect.  I must admit, the marquee was uncomfortably hot, and very busy, but finding the time to stop and admire the stunning displays was well worth it.  Amongst my favourites was a wonderful display of dahlias (how can so many flowers look so different yet be of the same family?) and an explosion of bee-friendly colour featuring foxgloves, hollyhocks, poppies, clematis and campanula - an absolutely perfect arrangement.


floral marquee - dahlia display
More colour in the floral marquee

Back outside, we wandered over to the historic garden entries, where a gold medal went to the garden, Winnie the Pooh begins his journey.  Memories of childhood flood immediately to the forefront of the mind, there's a poohsticks bridge, and wild planting that just celebrates the imagination of youth.  Other historic gardens included The Tea Party, a celebration of Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and the Amnesty International Magna Carta 800 garden, with a superb set of planting around tablets displaying the Magna Carta text.  


Winnie the Pooh begins his journey
Magna Carta 800 garden

A fantastic day spent at the RHS Hampton Court Flower Show, and one that we came away from with myriad ideas for our own plot of land.