A winter visit to the Wisley veg plot

Whenever we go to RHS Wisley there’s always a couple of places that are on my “must visit” list. The first of these is the vegetable garden for some inspiration, but also to marvel at how ordered and orderly their vegetables grow. For a long time I’ve hankered over growing brassicas in rows, but of course it never quite works out that way. Usually I beat myself up about it for a bit, then I remember that I’m growing vegetables on a much smaller scale, both in terms of space and time and likely number of seedlings too - though at times I think I can out-rival anyone on that!

So I end up forgiving myself, but the admiration rightly remains. So when we visited the Giant Houseplants Takeover at the start of February, I also engineered our route around the garden to include a stop off here. MOH now feigns mock surprise, which of course is no surprise at all.

The artichoke leaves and plants are always so structural and dramatic, but they take up a lot of room. We always had plans to move the one on our now-given-up allotment plot, but never got to it before it started growing, up and through the crab apple tree. They’d make a great ‘screening’ plant if you had a plot large enough in your garden, as they’d be a great way to transition from your garden to veg plot, working well in both areas of the garden. I must remember this for when/if I get the opportunity for a veg plot in the garden.

Do you see what I mean about the orderliness? But also the size. The colours of the ruby and yellow chard were welcome though. They’re also great plants to grow, though MOH isn’t so keen on eating them which is a bit of a downside. Because really, if you’re not going to eat what you grow there’s really very little point, and if there’s only one of you eating your way through a glut that could be quite dull indeed.

I always like to peer into the greenhouses and netted cages as much as I can. This time I remembered that camera trick, which I learnt on my visit to the Orbit in the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park - yes the one where I went down the huge, huge slide and actually wondered if I’d survive. The ‘trick’ which makes a lot of sense is to put your phone (all my photos on the blog now days are taken with my phone camera) right up against the netting, and the result is a pretty clear picture, like the sprouts above.

I hadn’t actually got into the netted cage, which with a proper camera might have been my only option, and one that probably would have got me thrown out. Now imagine having to explain that.

This final picture is a great burst of colour, but also a reminder to me to not be bound by ‘norms’ on what can be grown in pots and containers. There were several different shaped pots with radicchio in, which looked great and I’m sure, when they get to the table, will taste great too. The options should be endless, and it’s good to remind myself of these as I’ve those new pots around the greenhouse which i plan on making work hard this year, I’m just not sure with what!

A bed of dreams

From the living room with the chess table, we moved towards the bedroom next. Where the first two rooms had been green with lushness, in the bedroom there’s a bombardment of colour. It’s hinted at to start with, but when you set eyes on the bed, it’s full on. Reds, yellows, oranges, burgundies and pinks against a backdrop of green, and more brown furniture.

I did warn you.

The plants here, the brochure tells me are “neat and low maintenance” and just like me in the mornings may take some time to be at their best, but and now I’m wondering about the comparison I’ve started, “are capable of bringing drama and life to the house.” That’s definitely true of the plants, the photos show that, and probably true for me too, but sometimes in a more understated and less in your face kind of way - or I’d like to think, anyway.

One detail that many people were missing (or at least the people viewing this at the same time as us) was the adornments on top of the four posts of the bed. They’ve a pineapple like look to them, but I couldn’t see enough to know for sure - and my knowledge of how pineapples grow is pretty limited too. But the fact that there were pineapples on the dressing table, indicates they very well could be.

And for once, the dressing table looks quite naked in comparison. Maybe the plants will actually grow and embrace it in their own way, although the mirror placement is clever and gave the opportunity for a last glimpse of the colour before moving on. But more on that next week.

Dining with faded elegance

The good thing about spending some time over the weekend sorting and editing photos is that I got to relive quite a lot of our holiday to Barbados just before Christmas. I could feel the virtual sun, remember the spiritual-ness of our visit to Hunte’s Garden all while the March weather here did its thing. I’ve said this before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again, but Hunte’s Garden was an amazing place, and spending time working on the photos from our visit reminded me just how special it is.

We booked a driver to take us to the gardens, and while the island isn’t large it was about a forty minute drive from where we were staying. What we hadn’t realised when we negotiated a price was that our driver would stay there while we spent time in the gardens. He said it was a favourite place of his too, and when life was getting too much it was a favourite place to spend some time. And he wasn’t wrong.

Even at the entrance to the garden I knew we were in for something special, and I wasn’t wrong either. I’ll share more on the garden another day, but today after we walked down and around and back up and along exploring the garden we headed towards the house. Neither of us expected to find such a stunning dining room, which was full of faded elegance, with a tropical flavour that we’d come to expect even in our short time exploring the garden.

I think it looks more overrun or faded than it actually is. The roof generally looked to be functioning as a roof should but it was set as if it could almost be ready for a party, and what a party that would be. The garden sold its own rum, and that would help any party go with a swing. After we’d explored the garden, we thought it only right and proper to try the local rum and sit on the verandah and pretend the garden was ours…

From the floral tea set - more tea Vicar? - to the bird cage and other curios, everything felt as if it was in the right place.

Even the plants inviting themselves in through the gaps where the corrugated sheeting goes, and the open window.

Quite a random space, to discover set apart from the house, but still quite a special one. Hopefully once I share some more of the garden, you’ll be as awestruck as me.