in the endlessly sunny,
a little boy aged 7 or 8
went on some trips
with his father who was ‘something to do with’ the Ministry of Agriculture.
They would pitch up at some pretty grand places. And there would be meetings with land agents from which little boys were exempt.
There was almost always no one there and so the boy would kick his heels and explore. A primitive camera kept some kind of rather blurred record!
Close to the houses all was usually manicured planterly detail
There would be the obligatory ‘water feature’ for sure. Though this one was truly a stonker.
The boy had an early introduction to the concept of the parterre.
This topiary was certainly worth a shot. Just a pity his sense of the vertical wasn’t better!
Cedared lawns of exemplary softness
gave way to rough parkland studded with massive oak and beech trees. Of course crossing a bridge with rooms in it (wow, get that!) gave a real sense of journey.
Having the family mausoleum on the estate certainly made for a splendid focal point. Straighten that camera little boy!
There was always a very human story about the places, some well known, others less so.
The boy was often given a guide book to take away which explained it all.
And these visits and these stories, became part of the boy’s story.
They were the start of my romance with gardens.
Well, you can tell gardeners are romantic souls at heart.
So with spring in the air why not seek inspiration from the rest of our round table colleagues.
And create your own little Garden of Eden this spring?
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