You see, we love plants - including native orchids, of course - but we are not orchid aficionados. We do not have specialist knowledge and - quite frankly - in the case of Twayblade (Listera ovata or Neottia ovata) didn't even know what to look out for. If you haven't seen them before, these orchids with their small green flowers are easy to miss amongst other greenery - especially since they only just started to come into flower. At a very casual glance, they reminded me of broadleaf plantain (Plantago major). But once we'd seen them, we spotted them literally everywhere. There must have been hundreds if not thousands of them.
It was one of those unexpected pleasures where you hope for something nice and then everything turns out even better: at the weekend we went to Yockletts Bank. We'd heard about it years ago when visiting another nature reserve in Kent to admire cowslips and orchids and fellow visitors recommended it to us. Two days ago, wanting to get out of London but not really sure where to, we suddenly remembered. But was it orchid time? We weren't sure: memory suggested it was too late for some and too early for others. So we googled Yockletts and, lo and behold, main visiting time the website said was April and May. Off we went... The road bisects the nature reserve and, having parked near Yockletts Farm and walked back to the reserve's entrance, we chose the site to the left first. Which was probably a good thing as we found many more orchids in this smaller area than we did later on the other side of the road. Indeed, we had just walked a few metres when an elderly gentleman drew our attention to the first specimens. I'm truly glad he did, because quite possibly we would have walked past many of them before noticing the first! You see, we love plants - including native orchids, of course - but we are not orchid aficionados. We do not have specialist knowledge and - quite frankly - in the case of Twayblade (Listera ovata or Neottia ovata) didn't even know what to look out for. If you haven't seen them before, these orchids with their small green flowers are easy to miss amongst other greenery - especially since they only just started to come into flower. At a very casual glance, they reminded me of broadleaf plantain (Plantago major). But once we'd seen them, we spotted them literally everywhere. There must have been hundreds if not thousands of them. Very soon, we found other orchids, too. Apparently, Yockletts is one of the best places in the UK to see the Lady orchid (Orchis purpurea). They grew in the shade of the wood as well as on grassland, where they mingled picturesquely with cowslips (Primula veris). We even found the rare white form. The Early Purple Orchid (Orchis mascula) grew mainly in the wooded parts amongst the bluebells (Hyacinthoides non-scripta) - a colour effect which, to my eyes at least, jarred horribly! I consoled myself with the lovely patches of wild garlic (Allium ursinum) in full flower, one of my favourites at this time of year. If it hadn't been a nature reserve, I'd have picked a huge bunch - for the vase as well as for the kitchen. How I wish I had a good-sized patch somewhere at hand locally... Our favourite find, however, had to be the Fly orchid (Ophrys insectifera)! Like the Twayblade, they were only just starting to come into flower. And as they are so slender and inconspicuous, they are even easier to miss. Since they often grow right next to the path, you have to be extremely careful (which I'm please to say we were) not to tread on them. Close up, though, they are nothing short of a marvel! And marvel I did. We even started to compete who'd find the next one - and who would find the one with most flowers open.
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Well, that's what happens when you do not do things immediately... I meant to write this post about three weeks ago. However, a rather hectic schedule and after that the school holidays (which left me with little time and energy for myself) put paid to it. Yet whilst the actual event - the second Gardens Illustrated Festival - is water under a bridge now, I would still like to write about it, focussing on its location instead. Held in the grounds of Westonbirt School, the amazing gardens there were the biggest surprise for me after all. I had hoped to attend the festival for quite some time before but couldn't be sure until rather late in the day. As a consequence, affordable accommodation nearby was booked out already. My budget being somewhat limited I contacted Westonbirt School directly, asking whether there was a chance to stay with them. Bingo! Westonbirt School is an independent boarding school for girls and not normally open to the public (although they do have Open Days). Luckily though, the school community broke up for the Easter holidays just before the festival and I was offered one of the students' rooms. Yes, it was Spartan. But I didn't look for a cosy bolthole, just a bed to sleep in. Moreover, it not only provided the chance to remember my own student days at a British university but - actual room aside - turned out to be the most palatial "Bed & Breakfast" I'd ever stayed in! Westonbirt's event manager James who should have had enough on his plate with the festival already, looked after me really well. And when I arrived about an hour late for breakfast (I hadn't cottoned on to the fact that the clock's had gone forward that night...) I was referred to the splendid surroundings of the dining room/café with its slightly faded grandeur and stunning views and the irresistible offer to "choose what you want from the cakes". Pistachio and rose cake or Brownies for breakfast, anyone?? The best bit, however, was having the grounds more or less to myself from late afternoon and before the first visitors arrived in the morning. Wandering around the stunning Italianate gardens with no one else around was a real treat. I'd never heard of them before, associating Westonbirt only with the National Arboretum. Turns out that's not entirely wrong, for the arboretum was created by the same person: Robert Stayner Holford (1808 - 1892). Apparently one of the richest men in England in his day, this Victorian was passionate and knowledgeable about art and trees and amassed important collections of both. According to information from the blog at Parks & Gardens UK, a treasure trove of information I've just discovered, Robert Stayner Holford started planting his arboretum in one part of the estate in 1829 when he was just 21 years old. It was to be a lifelong passion, later continued by his son George. Likewise he began to develop the grounds around Westonbirt House, especially after inheriting the estate from his father in 1838. A leaflet today describes Westonbirt as "a supreme example of high Victorian architecture" and "a Grade I site of national importance". And a recent article in Country Life Magazine even crowns it as "the finest ensemble of Victorian architecture, landscape and gardens in the Cotswolds". The arboretum and gardens seem to have been a priority for Holford: it was not until 1863 that he commissioned architect Lewis Vulliamy to build Westonbirt House as it is today (there were earlier incarnations). Both men knew each other from previous building projects - such as Holford's London residence Dorchester House in Park Lane. In fact, a pupil of Vulliamy's had designed the pavilions in Westonbirt's Italian garden as much as 20 years earlier! I don't want to go into too much historical detail here. Much better to read it on the Parks & Gardens UK blog. Suffice to say that many seeds and plants for the arboretum came from plant hunting expeditions to which Holford subscribed and that the Pleasure Grounds around the house received a fair share of exotic and unusual trees, too. It was only after George Holford's death in 1926 that large parts of the Westonbirt estate were sold. Westonbirt House and its surrounding grounds became a school, but the arboretum was kept by George's nephew and heir until his own death in the 1950s when it passed to the Forestry Commission. Westonbirt Gardens today are a charming mixture of the formal Italian garden and informal areas around. There are vistas, ponds, a lake, highly ornate stone benches and seats, a medieval church (the rest of the village was demolished and its inhabitants relocated out of sight by Robert Holford), a newly restored pergola and camellia house and even a Pulham rockery and grotto. Near every structure there was a signboard, describing it and the damage it has sustained over the years, as well as how much it will cost to restore. There clearly is a lot to be done here, but also - and hearteningly - a lot has been achieved already. This surely is also down to the Holfords of Westonbirt Trust, founded in 2006 with the aim to help preserve this extraordinary place. Here some pictures: please click to enlarge. - Do the girls at Westonbirt School know how lucky they are? And what of the Gardens Illustrated festival? I thoroughly enjoyed it. Someone high up must have meant well, for both days we enjoyed pure sunshine and mild temperatures. The talks I attended were interesting, and especially Nigel Dunnett's was not just very informative but a visual treat. In fact, such was the visual allure of his slides that once he had finished, half the auditorium raced from their seats straight to the stall selling the 'Pictorial Meadows' seed mixtures he (and his colleagues, I'd imagine) developed. Having long admired his work - or what I know of it - I really had looked forward to hearing him talk "in person" about the so-called Sheffield School of planting design.
Outside, there were less stalls than I had expected but this made for a more intimate experience. Having come mainly for the talks, I found myself tempted left, right and centre by special plants. However, as I had to rely on taxi and train for the way home (not to mention the tube across London), I sadly had to think EXTREMELY carefully about what I could and could not buy! In the end, I spent most of my money on little gems from Edulis Nursery, some choice bulbs from the lovely people at Riverside Bulbs and not nearly enough treasures from Crûg Farm Plants. If you like the truly unusual, then check out their plant list and try not to drool... |
About the Author, Stefanie Born and raised in East Berlin, Germany. Has moved a few miles west since, to East London. Gardening since childhood, though first attempts were in what should properly be described a sandpit (yes, Brandenburg’s soil is that poor). After 15 years of indoor-only gardening has upgraded via a small roof terrace to a patio plot crammed with pots. Keeps dreaming about a big garden, possibly with a bit of woodland, a traditional orchard and a walled garden plus a greenhouse or two. Unlikely to happen in this lifetime - but hey, you can always dream. Categories
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