Like last year, I gambled on a fine spring by planting up the tropical border early. In mid-April, to a comb-and-tissue-paper fanfare, I dug up the big red banana (Ensete maurelii) from its winter-greenhouse-home and wheeled it into position. And then I did the same for the 'small' one. Each year I add a deep … Continue reading The Tropical Border And How I Learned To Hate Soaker Hose
Author: David Marsden
A Gravel Garden For Free
Behind some outbuildings at the Old Forge is an oil tank and an expanse of gravel. For three long years, I weeded that gravel until, a couple of years ago, I (finally) realised I was being stupid. Instead of weeding, why not fill it with plants? Drought resistant, hardy plants of course but there would … Continue reading A Gravel Garden For Free
Follers Manor Opening Times 2015
Last summer I visited a stunning private garden called Follers Manor. The gardens sit on a shoulder of the South Downs, to the south of Alfriston, East Sussex and above the pretty village of Litlington. Here's an account of my visit. (I didn't use all the photos from that day. Here are a few … Continue reading Follers Manor Opening Times 2015
The Tree Bumblebee
Last week at The Old Forge I saw and photographed a new species; new to me and new to the British Isles. The tree bumblebee (Bombus hypnorum) is a recent arrival to these shores - first recorded in Wiltshire in 2001. Since then it has spread quickly throughout England, Wales and southern Scotland. As they … Continue reading The Tree Bumblebee
The Garden in Flower
My summer kicks off with the release of Margaret's cows from the sheds. I was on holiday on the big day, and for the first time in several years, I missed all the pent-up excitement, the expectation, the arging and barging, the galloping, the frenetic leaping into the air and bellows resounding across the valley. … Continue reading The Garden in Flower
The Old Forge’s Wisteria
I don't often post about The Old Forge (one of two gardens I work in) but I will today. I want to show you something. In the front garden, by the main gate, a Clematis montana sprawls over a flint wall. I have mostly left it alone but by last summer a tsunami of vigorous, … Continue reading The Old Forge’s Wisteria
From Krakow To Prague
Every couple of years, my brother resolutely shakes his head, and says "Don't be absurd" and "No, never again" and "Not after last time." But eventually, after I've wheedled and whined and nipped, he groans, throws up his arms and finally agrees to come travelling with me. On our last trip together we visited Poland … Continue reading From Krakow To Prague
The Anxious Gardener 