Last Wednesday my Mum and I hopped on a train and went to Chelsea for the first time in three years. We alternate between Hampton Court and Chelsea (one big RHS flower show per year is enough) and someone (ahem) didn’t buy tickets early enough last year so we missed the Chelsea deadline. I was surprised to find that I really missed going in 2012 even though I generally prefer HC for several reasons, mostly in that it’s more laid back and less fashionable.
There were, as usual, a few gardens that were a bit ‘meh’ and some that were a bit ‘er…?’ but there were several that I liked.
The Telegraph Garden by Christopher Bradley-Hole took inspiration from the British countryside with blocks of yew, box, and beech representing the fields. Unusually for a show garden it had no real path, with just a narrow walkway behind the oak columns on two sides of the garden and no seating area. It’s got a simple beauty. By omitting the path/seating essentials the designer seems to fully accept that it’s a show garden and abandon all pretence at forming a complete ‘real’ garden which is a standard fiction of show gardens. I like that honesty, it’s got a freshness to it.
Apparently the East Village Garden takes a lot of its direction from the Olympic Village which completely passed me by when I looked at it from among the straining hordes. The clean sweeping curves of this garden made up for the horrible black water (why? why do they all dye the water black? it looks vile to my eyes) and I liked the green-ness of the planting. The great stand of Zantedeschia was stunning too.
This was one of the ‘fresh’ gardens in which the designers had to think ‘outside the box’ (will someone please get the RHS a new box of management speak cliches please? these are looking a little tired). I just loved the chaotic mass of cheerful flowers on a meadowy hummock – it hid a cylindrical mirror and rotating quote. A small seating area allowed the garden’s inhabitant and maybe one or two small or very intimate friends to sit in front of the mirror and meditate. Personally I find meditation brings quite alarming sensations of dizziness and physical wierdness so adding a rotating mirrored tunnel to the mix would probably be a very bad thing, but it’s a lovely idea. Ok, I will admit it was mostly the colourful hummock of flowers that got me. Had it been a round door instead of a mirror I’d have probably liked it even more because I’m a bit of a geek.
I said last week that my favorite show garden was the M&G Centenary Garden designed by Roger Platts. Here are a couple of the details which, for me, made the garden such a hit:
Ivy + ruinous stonework = happy Libby. I do love a good ruin, even when it’s a fake ruin. If ever I’m lucky enough to have a substantial patch of ground to call my own you can bet there’ll be a fake ruin somewhere.
The big white blooms of the Rhodedendron and the rusty seat set each other off nicely. I can imagine sitting here and reading a good book which is an essential attribute of a garden in my opinion.
That’s an interesting question – what do you think does a garden have to have or do to be successful? Must it have a seat? Should it please the eye, the belly, the nose? Does it just have to please its owner?