Slug

That is the title of this installation by Anish Kapoor, part of his exhibition at the Royal Academy which I visited on Saturday evening. ‘That’s a giant vulva’ was how Mr B described it. Perhaps slugs would be tolerated a little more if they looked as exotic!

I loved the exhibition: probably my favourite was a room full of mounds of extruded concrete which looked like worms or turds or the remains of some ancient civilisation.

There was also a certain sense of danger here as you had to negotiate your way through the different piles along with the many other visitors to the exhibition.

The room full of mirrors was sometimes a little like being at the fairground: they were all shaped in different ways so you could play at the “look at my big feet” or other parts of your anatomy game but it was amazing & fascinating looking at how the space changed as you moved around.

I could have sat & looked at this for ages!

I could describe it all in great detail but I won’t. It was a fantastic show sadly slightly spoiled at the end by the weather & public transport combined!

BTW I hope you have all heard this haunting music by Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu.

What is the point……….

……..of growing chrysanths with such big flowers that they have to be                                                                                                 supported by card

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

or wire?

 

 

 

I quite like chrysanths as they provde some lovely autumn flower colour & come in all sorts of shapes & sizes with some even looking like a fireworks display but the above seems to be a bit of a pointless exercise, even for showing.

They were in the glasshouse at Wisley when I went for a wander round on an incredibly beautiful Sunday morning where the air seemed to have been cleansed by the horrendous weather the previous day.

Now I’ve got a new hattiewat too!

I was very envious of the Sock’s new hattiewat. I have been on a search for a suitable titfer for many years. The occasional purchase on the wave of a ‘that doesn’t look too bad so I had better buy it’ moment inevitably leads to disappointment in the cold light of the bedroom mirror. I just do not look good in hats. This can be confirmed by a number of witnesses including Ms Sock. Added to this is the fact that I do have a rather large head (please desist from making rude comments) & so many a hat testing moment leaves me with what appears to be a tiny hat perched on the top of my head.

At long last a (hopefully reasonable) hat has been purchased, admittedly courtesy of a men’s hat department. Sadly I don’t have an acolyte trailing after me taking beautiful photos of said headgear perched atop my gloriously glossy locks. Mr B thinks it looks good so we live in hope that I have made some progress on the hattiewat front!

Hattiewat modelled by trusty companion.

Dad.

Bewcastle

My recent  wittering on biscuits got me to thinking about my dad & how he loved to garden. So, I thought I would write about him because I miss him & know he would love to see what I have managed to achieve in gardening as well as the rest of my life.
I suspect that deep down my dad had a natural tendency to laziness which I have inherited, but he would never dream of letting such a trait surface. Indeed I think he constantly tried to prove otherwise.
From the age of 2 we lived in the wilds of Cumbria, right on the border with Scotland: indeed we had to cross the border to see our doctor. Climate & weather wise it was challenging to any gardener.
Dad was Head teacher at the tiny rural school. We lived in the school house which had a very respectable sized garden. Initially half of this was school garden where the older children were taught (up to the then school leaving age), but when they were transferred to Secondary School dad took it over for fruit & veg. It was still referred to as the school garden.  The aerial  photo above shows the school with the school house on the left & what was originally the District Nurse’s house to the right.
Dad loved his garden & spent the large proportion of his life there when not working. I don’t suppose we really appreciated it when we were young: it was just a place to play & which miraculously produced gargantuan amounts of fruit & veg. Much of this had to be given away & when we had the luxury of electricity much of the summer was spent freezing stuff. That really was a chore for us, particularly when we were old enough to be left when they went away during the summer with instructions to carry on freezing.
To be honest we didn’t help much in the garden although dad would have loved us to. I did spend some time helping him build a greenhouse. We had got about half the glass in when there was a dramatic storm: yes, you’ve guessed it, no glass or all glass would have been fine!
Dad was so keen on gardening that eventually he, along with some other keen horticulturalists, was a prime mover in setting up the annual Bewcastle Show so that locals could compete & show off what they had achieved in their gardening as well as baking & craft work.
Luckily I moved to a house with garden before dad died. He & my mum were about to move to Norfolk (from whence he originally came) so I drove up to Cumbria & filled my car with bits of plants from the garden. I think the only plant I have left from that trip is some Lysimachia punctata which has a slight thuggish tendency but I will not be parted from it as it is always a reminder of dad. He never really saw my interest in gardening blossom, but I often think of him when I am outside.

Mum & Dad The flower garden

Writing this has brought back many happy memories, all prompted by the words “Daaaaad, 10 o’clocks”.

The Lazy Trollop Catch-up (day 2ish)

Actually I can’t be bothered to catch up any more at the moment so here are a few flower pictures instead.

All taken in my garden within the last few days.

   

The Lazy Trollop Catch-up (day 1)

I am supposed to be writing myself a long list of things I must do this week. I have taken a few days off from my non-gardening work & so feel obliged to try & get on & do those things which inevitably get put off in the hustle & bustle of daily life. (Well, maybe not quite the latter.) However, being a person of the lazy trollop persuasion, my mind got to wandering.

Now in gardening this is the season of winding down, although if I  wind down much further I run the risk of being comatose, looking back at the year & beginning to make plans for the next year as you have more time & you are faced with the bare bones of your gardening efforts. As I was thinking about the garden I also got to thinking about this blog & thought perhaps I needed to put it through the same rigorous scrutiny. So, I have made myself a steaming cup of tea (sadly not accompanied by a biscuit of any variety) & here we go.

I started this blog in June, so luckily not much to look back on. I’m still not sure why I did it other than a curiosity to see if I could. In the past I have started garden diaries & never got very far so it is partly a way of keeping some very rough record of what I have been up to, both in the garden & out, & it is also good to have somewhere to post a few photos. It is no good trying to share these with Mr B as so often we are taking almost exactly the same pictures ( his are generally better than mine) & I have been weaning myself off message boards where I used to post pictures so people could “oooh & aaaaah”.

It might seem odd for someone writing a blog which can be read by all & sundry but I never really expected & indeed was not particularly bothered about it being read. It is however rather nice to know that there are  few rather odd people out there who do read it ( even though the large majority seem to have been doing a google search for ‘alien ears & antennae’).

So, enough of general clap-trap for today. I will continue this scintillating round up tomorrow.

The pictures were taken at Claremont Landscape Garden, a lovely little NT property near Esher in Surrey, taken last weekend.