Thursday 2 May 2013

Hampton Court Palace Flower Show 2003

Exactly 10 years ago in May 2003, I was making frantic preparations to exhibit a small courtyard garden at the world's largest flower show at Hampton Court Palace along with my friend Janet Johnston.  I had been a visitor to the show since it started in 1990, marvelling at changing designs, fads and at times downright wacky gardens on display.  My favourite stand at the show is always the cacti displays by Southfield Nurseries of Bourne, Lincolnshire where I would stand gawping for ages before deciding on a purchase, they always seemed to win gold medals and rightly so since their displays were immaculate.  Southfield is definitely worth a visit for any cacti enthusiast.

Here is my very first cacti purchased from the Southfield stand in full flower last year (2012)
The original size was that of a golf ball, now it's almost football size
The key to cacti flowering:  Between October and March let them rest and provide plenty of light

Echinopsis Pseudolobivia hybrid
 
I also spent inordinate amounts of time near the Fir Trees Pelargonium Nursery stand and would always buy the little angel pelargoniums or the nutmeg scented leaved varieties, trying to keep them going in my greenhouse from one year to the next.  One I fail to keep and seem to buy every year is Black Prince seen below.

Pelargonium Black Prince
I kept a small diary of our HCPFS garden design mis-adventure between May 2002 and July 2003, this being originally uploaded to my Fleuriche website (no longer in use).  I am sharing a copy of the original blog here today below.  I should point out that I also managed a trip to Venice late in May 2003 for four days as well!




In 2003 I had the privilege of exhibiting a garden at the Hampton Court Palace Flower Show, designed in collaboration with my friend Janet Johnston.

The story of our journey begins here.....with my original artwork and ideas.
In June 2002, whilst waiting to collect my daughter from Felsted Primary school, I was approached by another mother in the playground with a view to designing a garden for RHS Chelsea Flower Show 2003.  Janet Johnston had seen a rough sketch that I had done for the school's garden behind a proposed new hall.

Janet had studied for a diploma in garden design at Writtle College, Essex and designed a garden, which was built by herself and other students from the College at the Chelsea Flower Show in 1998.  The design called 'Scotch On The Rocks' was a Scottish wildflower garden featuring colours from the ancient Johnston clan tartan. The garden won a prestigious Silver-gilt award.  Janet is married to Keir Johnston who was the main building contractor for ‘Heaven on Earth’.

After agreeing fleetingly to jointly design a garden, I did not have an earthly clue as to what I was letting myself in for.  Over the few weeks that followed, Janet and I brainstormed for ideas on the odd days that we were not assisting husbands with their businesses, transporting children from A to B or trying to be domestic goddesses.  I think by July 2003 we had cracked the dom. goddess bit but almost both ended up divorced in the process.  Thankfully the men have been towed into line now.
The inspiration for this garden first came from images of a walled garden at Helmingham Hall, Suffolk and a scree garden with random planting seen in a garden magazine.  We wanted something that was both pleasing to view and easy to maintain.  The category we chose was 'small courtyard garden'.

The starting point for our drawing became the gates, simply because they looked so stunning in the catalogue we had found through a mutual friend.  I set to work drawing the gates freehand at first, then decided it was wiser to trace the general outline from the catalogue and complete the intricate detail later - I am lucky enough to have a full sized drawing board.   Janet meanwhile was preparing a plan of the garden.   The idea of looking through gates into a courtyard setting appealed to us, the theme name of 'Heaven on Earth' came from the perceived entrance that most people have of Heaven - a set of magnificent gates leading into a beautiful garden.  Water we felt had to feature in a gentle manner.  It was interesting to see that although we started to look at fonts and the like to begin with, casting them aside and concentrating on two-tiered fountains, we eventually ended back with a font design for many reasons, particularly when it came to size.  We didn't want anything behind the gates to completely outshine them.

In the middle of drawing, paperwork came through from the RHS offices that included rules and regulations.  All work stopped on the drawing when we noted that the front of the garden had restrictions on height.  A quick call was made to the RHS to discuss our height of 1.7m at the gate apex and the fact that you could see through the gates quite clearly.  We both breathed a sigh of relief when they determined it was ok.  This was to be the first of many panics.  It was also a sticking point in the judge's comments later on.

With the completed drawing, plan and RHS forms all bundled in a presentation pack and tube we were ready to rumble.  The postmaster in Felsted was probably fed up with us calling him continually by the end of the final application day and we made the post just in time after nit-picking at the application a dozen times.

We assumed then that the RHS had received everything as the whole pack had been sent by recorded mail.  We were wrong.  During the course of the next few weeks we discovered that, yes they had received everything into the RHS offices, but somehow the tube had been separated from the presentation pack and one part was lost.  We only discovered this by chasing the RHS ourselves to make sure they had received the application!   More panic ensued, we were extremely concerned about the drawing going missing in their offices and someone then nabbing the design.  Although another copy of the drawing was sent to them, this was not a pleasant few days for us.

A long awaited holiday back to Florida and The Keys was just what I needed after that episode.
About a month after my return from holiday, we received a call back from the RHS.  It was "YES the design is up to standard and we like it but NO, we cannot fit you in at Chelsea, due to the high number of quality designs this year. HOWEVER, you can choose from Tatton Park, Hampton Court or the NEC shows."  After the initial disappointment of not nabbing a Chelsea spot, we became quite excited at the thought of Hampton Court, as I have been a visitor to the show for a good many years.   Having then plumped for Hampton Court, Janet then set about compiling a new list of plants that would be 'doing their thing' in July instead of May.  The 'possible' list became endless............
During March/April 2003 we went to all our favourite nurseries, wholesalers and a few we never knew about.  We saw, we bought, we nurtured and we stamped our feet a few times when we couldn't find a particular specimen.

The Final plant list below used in the garden was much more concise!


If you had seen the ENDLESS list before this then, you'll wonder if we were bonkers.  But, you need to have reserves in this game and in fact it paid off tremendously to have more than we needed in the end.

Plants were purchased from March 2003 onwards continually.  Half the plants were housed around my greenhouse in our Secret Garden and half were at Janet's.  The weather played havoc with us.  One minute gallons of rain, the next buckets of sun.  Plants shot up, flowered and then left us dithering over which ones had gone over, which ones could safely be cut back with the hope of renewed growth and flowers and also which ones were just not sprouting a jot.  Gravel trays came out and were discarded so many times with all the effort of continually moving stuff out of the scorching sun or protecting it from wind and rain.  One afternoon saw me erecting an octagonal Gazebo over a large number of plants after hearing of an impending gusty night.  Well putting it up was just side splitting.  Worse still, it survived the gusty night, but come that afternoon the gazebo decided that it was better suited 100 yards away by the fruit trees and promptly took itself for a walk.   Poles, anchors and fabric were strewn over a wide area.  We were just lucky it didn't end up in the pond which it had bypassed on its way to pick fruit.

Janet also had her fair share of plant problems with shrubs dropping leaves, outbreaks of greenfly, slug attack, leggy seedlings etc.  Try as we might some plants eluded us.  The one tree we gave up finding a decent specimen of was Cornus Controversa Variagata.  We just could not find one that a) looked good and b) was the right height and c) wasn't a king's ransom.  It was towards the end of our first visit to Coblams Wholesale nursery in Surrey that we spotted several Aralia elata aureovariegata one of which was a good 2 metres tallBy the time we had gone up and down the aisles and both our brains had gelled to the idea of this as our tree for the garden they were closing off that section for the night.  We left consoling ourselves that there were quite a few at the nursery and we could always come back and pick one up another time.  NEVER would I do this again.  By virtue I usually see it and buy it there and then.  Several weeks later we both wish we had,  Aralia elata 'Variagata' and Aralia elata 'Golden Variagata' then became hot property.  Coblams couldn't seem to find us one of the size we required, searches went out to other nurseries and then I got in touch with The Place for Plants at East Bergholt.  They kindly reserved one for us to look at and off we went.  When we arrived, we ummed and aahed for ages over two or three and eventually walked away with a two leader plant about 1.8m tall.  Initial joy soon passed.  Over the next month or so the Aralia plaintively refused to burst any of the lower section buds to form the tiered effect we longed for and kept producing top growth and dropping lower branches.  It also did not like the hot air we experienced later in the season and reacted by browning its leaves despite much watering and sheltering.  Another plant consigned to the 'not in use' section.

Searches for other plants on our first list were also hilarious at times:  Our hunt for Dianthus 'Charles Musgrave' (which eventually we could not use) took us to three different Dianthus specialists, one of which charged us twice as much as the other.  Sadly, this beautiful dianthus flowered non-stop in the weeks before the show and then didn't put out a single bud for the crucial moment!  Our eventual small tree Acer platanoides 'Drummondii' was sourced from the newly refurbished Baytree Garden Centre on the A120 Colchester road.  The first day I ventured along to look at the new place I spotted this tree for a very good price and roughly judged that it would fit in my Audi A4.  The chap who helped me to fit this in the car did give me a less than hopeful look at first, however the tree was only just beginning to unfurl leaves and this made the fit a lot easier than if it had been a mophead of leaves.  The pot end sat in the passenger footwell and the tree tip just touched the back window.  The way some people cross your path in life is just too much of a coincidence at times as you will see, the man who helped me turns up later in this story.

Another helpful lady in our search for plants was Louise Nixon of Cottage Garden Plants, Gt Sampford, (now moved away to Cornwall) who watched us come and go laden with specimens on several occasions, one of which was the final desperate search for Eryngium giganteum 'Miss Wilmott's Ghost'.  Janet and I had both gone it seemed to the ends of Essex and further in search of this one.  This is a biennial plant, there were lots available but not a single one with a 'ready to burst' flower stem (usually 2nd year plants).  The only one in fact was in my own garden!  It wasn't until a week before build-up at the show that I happened to be passing Louise's garden and wandering round realised I was surrounded by numerous 'Ghosts' popping out of flowerbeds everywhere.  Explaining our predicament with these plants, Louise very kindly dug up several for us.  This was a delicate operation, not least because of the spiny nature of the plants, but if the long tap root breaks when lifting, the plants wilt and don't recover.  We have some fabulous pictures of this plant in the show garden, our dogged search paid off well.   Everyone at the show went hoopla over it including the local wildlife; we had to explain to people that due to its nature we could only let them have some fresh seed at sell-off as the plants were unlikely to flower again.  I've never seen such a frenzy at the sell-off just for seed heads at 25p each!

We also had a great evening at Peter and Corine Ageron's nursery in Earls Colne with Peter personally showing us around and detailing his collection.  This man is very passionate about plants in a way that is extremely catching and he and his wife obviously work extremely hard to produce some very unusual varieties.  I'm not sure but I believe they have moved back to France.

All our clematis bar one were pre-ordered from Thorncroft Clematis Nursery in Norfolk and hand tended by their staff until collection.  These had to be collected last minute during the two weeks we were given for build up and I had volunteered to collect them direct from the nursery.  Before I departed, Jon Gooch at Thorncroft had given me directions for the best route which was extremely helpful and very easy to follow.  When I arrived it was raining steadily, Jon apologised that one or two plants we had ordered were not doing their best, however we know what that's like by now... there were plenty of other choices available within our colour range and this was not going to be the end of any last minute changes by far.  Thorncroft Nursery is mainly a family run business and despite the illness of a close relative at the time, Jon and his team managed to supply us, the general public and many other show people with quality plants last year, not to mention putting on his own display stand at HCPFS in 2003.

The one thing that struck us most during our searches was the lack of specimen shrubs of any decent size and condition.  It seemed that regular shopping trips were a must.  This desire invariably played merry hell as husbands were left with children and the parting words "We'll only be half hour" when we were actually gone about 2 hours.  As time wore on we both had what I call crux points in our marital relationships.  Both centred on the fact that our other halves (Keir and Steve) wanted time for their normal day to day business running as well as the things we had to do with more and more time being taken away from them as build up drew near.  Both had pledged their business skills in the show garden and both of them at separate times threatened to withdraw labour at the last minute.  On the plus side, they both donned wet gear when it poured down one night and we had to frantically move every plant to shelter.  During eventual build-up they both worked like dogs to get the job done to schedule with some very creative building techniques.

These yo-yo highs and lows were a real feature of doing this garden and were reflected in our appearance.  It didn't really bother me until Press Day when I realised that my trouser suit looked a little big for my frame - I had lost over half a stone in weight.  Janet's main problem was juggling her children which were both relatively young and seemed to be giving her lots of guilt trips every time she had to leave them to their own devices.  For six months we couldn't pass in the kitchen without getting onto the subject of gardens, plants, design and if both our families were together the men would roll their eyes skyward muttering "they're off again... be glad when its all over......".  This screamed of 'inattention syndrome' and in one case 'green-eyed monster syndrome'.  I would still like to say, as was mentioned in our show brochure (extract below) that without their support and assistance, the show garden would not have been possible.  In the last weeks before build up, Keir had erected our 'pretend' walls in his back garden for us to get a feel for things.  The walls were built of manmade exterior board, fixed to metal studs, to around 75mm thickness.  Restraints were placed at corners and also interlocked at ground level with lateral restraining.  The exterior finish was fine textured paint to emulate a rendered finish.  The top of the walls eventually had brick coping to match the brick piers - built on site.  The front pillars were to be facing bricks attached to the walls topped with stone coping.  During the show week, many visitors thought that they were real walls, the quality of the work was so good.

Our gates were ordered well in advance from B. Rourke & Company.  We had approached them as far back as June 2002 and maintained contact with them in the ensuing year.  The most marvellous stroke of luck was that the Daffodil gates we wanted were in Rourke's showroom and as such they were prepared to loan the gates out for the time we needed at the Flower show.  We had made the long journey to the factory and showrooms as a full day out one Saturday morning in 2002.  I would recommend this place to anyone looking for individual wrought ironwork, as the quality and designs just blew us away.  Seeing the stuff close up just could not be compared to our days pouring over the brochures.  We also required a stand to hold the gates in position at the front of the garden and two pieces of custom made wrought iron railing to fit either side up to the brick piers.  Whilst browsing round the showrooms we were inspired by so many things, walking away with our own personal purchases as souvenirs and finding that they also made garden plaques with any interchangeable writing, gave them another order for the show garden plaque.  Michael Stott and Paul Ellis were our points of contact and provided us with the most professional service of all our sponsors, the preparation of the gates was superb with all the paintwork being re-touched before we took delivery.  When it came to transporting all the wrought ironwork down to Essex, our good friend Simon Jones was on hand as he was already making a journey that took him past the factory shortly before the show.   Rourkes were so helpful in all our dealings with them, even down to waiting 4 weeks before we could also have Simon take the gates back to them.

Although Janet and I used our own funding for plants and peripherals, we were determined to obtain sponsorship for hard landscaping materials, this included the gates, font, paving and bricks.  We left our decision on paving quite late, simply because we had to be sure about the type we wanted.  Having seen a new Marshalls paving slab called Honeydew in the flesh and also noted that our garden was to be opposite Marshalls stand at Hampton Court, we approached the company direct and were put in touch with their stand supervisor.  Having given him the details of our mixed pack requirements, a few days went by with no answer (the chap was away).  We had been promised a call at the end of the week and at one point on that Friday afternoon in May we really thought that we had possibly pushed our luck too far with a major company.  Then I received a late call from Janet saying that Marshalls had just rung and said we could have the slabs for nothing as we were giving them a mention in our brochure.  Why do some things just fall into place so easily when you think they'll really go awry?

As far as press goes, I had a call from Michael Kerr at the BBC asking if I could do an interview over the phone just as I was going to pick up children from school.  I had to put that one off for an hour or so, particularly as it had me a little flustered.  Janet had been our designated co-ordinator and unfortunately Michael had caught her out of the house that day.  We had a simply chat about the garden on my return which wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be.  So much for fame.  The Dunmow Broadcast also came to see us and took photos of us both beside our plants prior to build-up.  This article had the effect of people coming up to us in the street a few times, but that was nice too.  We didn't really want a big press thing and I'll cover the real Press Day later.

G-Day, Monday 23 June, 2003:  I think Janet and I both went to bed on the Sunday night and slept less than 2 hours.  On that Sunday, Janet and Keir had taken their children to Hampton Court for the day with a view to looking at our site prior to official marking out, due to take place on the Monday.  It was a good job they did.  They were shown to the actual spot marked on the show plan and discovered........we were on a slope.  Our design had clearly shown that we needed level ground.   After some discussion, it appeared that it was not really possible to move us anywhere else.  The small looking tree on the RHS show plan in front of our section turned out to be an 80' specimen, which we later discovered had a tendency to dispatch large amounts of tassled flowers in all directions.   On the way back, Janet and Keir dropped by to pass on the good news.  The tree wasn't such a bad thing since it would give us some relief in the hot weather to come and could act as a people magnet in that event.  The ground was a little more taxing.  Keir promised that he had something in mind to get around the slope.  The difficulty was that we had not intended to excavate the ground in our original plan and we had to provide some depth for planting.  If we did a show garden again, excavation would have helped us as we later found out.

Work started on the Monday on schedule, most of the day spent delivering our wall sections, bricks and other building materials.  The first day also gave us an idea of the journey times.  When you are sitting in a comfy coach on your way to Hampton Court Palace Flower Show for a day trip, the 2 hour journey seems to fly by with no hassle.  When you're driving a van load of building materials down a motorway already dubbed 'The Road to Hell' with a deadline to meet, there's no need to ask what the difference is.  We had already decided to go back and forth each day, as with both families running businesses aside from doing the show itself and four schoolchildren to attend to, staying in a B&B for two weeks in Surrey wasn't an option.  Two hours there and back was the minimum.  Add a couple of minor vehicle shunts, the Kent constabulary sunning themselves on a bridge for two days, toying with the traffic flow and a major accident shutting the M25 on the middle Sunday of the two week build up and you are looking at anything between 2 and 4 hours each way.  Predictably, virtually every day had its road problems.

There was no need for Janet and I to actually go to site until Keir had put together the nuts and bolts of the design and then we could get down to the planting.  We had at first given ourselves 3 days for planting and finishing touches.  Our first real day was on the Wednesday, when we both took a van to Chilstone Garden Ornaments in Kent to pickup our font, base and copings.  On arrival we were a little disappointed to note that all the materials pre-ordered months in advance were a little on the green side.  As we were also being part-sponsored by Chilstone it was difficult to argue, however annoyed we felt, they were providing the font on loan for nothing.   Suffice to say that all our dealings with Chilstone have left us a little jaded about ever using them again.  We found them a little more than unscrupulous.  We made two trips from Chilstone to Hampton Court as we were unsure of the weight in the van.  Keir had not been at the show site that day, so Janet and I were left to move the font base ourselves once we arrived at site, everyone around us seemed pretty busy and we felt stupid asking for help moving stuff.  Each part of the font base had to be moved one block at a time with two of us holding each side and traversing across other half built gardens.  The last block of 8 seemed to weigh a ton.  Arriving home much much later both husbands did their nut over us not loading all the stone in one hit and the time we had taken.  Tensions were running a little high by now. MEN!

Thursday saw my husband Steve doing his brickie bit, with Keir on site too.  From all accounts it seemed they had a pretty good laugh that day and worked until all the brickwork was finished.  I had one call from Steve to say that a Chilstone coping piece had cracked in half as he put it on the brick pier.  This didn't surprise me as they had been soft and 'green'.  Chilstone's pieces should have been given 7 weeks to cure.  It was apparent that 7 days was more like it.  As it turned out, Steve did a reasonable job of sealing the two halves together with jointing the same colour and once Janet and I had strategically placed a sprawling clematis over the pier,  you couldn't see the offending crack.  Both men came home late that night and full of it, with Keir having half persuaded Steve that he should 'go back on the tools'.  For the uninitiated, this is a builders term for giving up the desk job and going back to manual labour.

Friday became my trip to Norwich for our Clematis.  This day was a real respite for me even though I was driving a long way, I enjoyed going through Thetford Forest, past Lakenheath and seeing 'tank crossing' signs for the first time!  I even had time to look round Peter Beales Roses too.  I had already been in contact with Simon White over using some roses and even though I picked two that day, which were taken along to the show site with all the other plants, we did not use them.  A detour to Blooms of Bressingham on the way home was also of help and I picked up some beautiful blue Jacob's Ladder (Polemonium Bressingham Purple).

At the beginning of the second week, we met our neighbours.  At one point the stand next to us had stood empty so long we thought they were not coming.  I kept looking over at one of the men on this stand because I felt sure I had seen him before.  It wasn't until the next day when he wore his shirt with logo that I realised it was....the man from Baytree Garden Centre!   The chances of this happening were unbelievable.  We found good friends with these people and couldn't have asked for better neighbouring exhibitors.

Plant transportation began on Wednesday 2nd June.  Two trips with plants were made over two days in one van both prior to planting and during.  Plants went back and forth, in and out.  On our first planting day we started really well.  I took one side of the garden and Janet took the other, both starting from the gates at the front and working backwards.  It was at the start of planting we realised that the guys had put the wrought iron railings on back to front.  The difference was imperceptible so we didn't make a big deal of it.  Over the course of the last few months we had seen what plants worked well together and now it was a case of the ones that looked their best working together.  Many other exhibitors commented on the number of plants we had brought along.  They were on the garden, outside the garden, round the tree, down the sides.  The first day we could hardly move.   In the previous week we had had some disasters with some plants literally keeling over with us frantically running about for more as they tended to be the ones we really wanted to use.   Janet went out late one Sunday afternoon to both Louise Nixon and our friends Peter and Corine Ageron (Marks Hall Estate) in the hope of finding replacements.  The latter were obviously out and although it crossed her mind, I believe Janet thought twice about scaling the fence for a quick look round.  Sometimes in a quest you can become very anal with extraordinary tunnel-vision, it happens to all of us at one point or another before reason sets in and you think "What am I doing.....?".

Janet surrounded by plants
Water became a laugh too.  Marshalls who had sponsored our paving were opposite our stand. Their team were exceptionally professional at their work.  They had their own standpipe which they allowed us to use, we also had one at the back corner of our stand and our neighbour's appeared to have theirs buried at the back of their stand.  For the most part that was useless as the narrow corridor behind us didn't allow for a body to get in let alone move.  World of Water opposite us were also very helpful and allowed us to use their pipe when others were busy.  By 5pm on the Thursday we decided to have a break from planting.  One bacon roll later and walking back to the plot the heavens opened big time.  Well, everyone ducked for cover and we sat under our 80' tree for 10 minutes hoping it would pass, until we realised the Almighty really mean't it and wet was seeping through the branches.  During the ensuing few minutes it took to quickly tidy up and leg it to the van, Janet and I were wet through to our underwear.  We realised that we had to throw in the towel for the day, having lost about three hours of planting time and only half way there.  I had thoughtfully put in a change of clothes but Janet had not that day.  The only consolation I could give her was a pair of semi dry shorts which she tucked over the top of her bra to hide any blushes.

5.30pm is not a good time to leave Hampton Court, drive a van through Esher or negotiate the M25 back to the A12.  We caught all the rush hour traffic plus a few interesting looks from other drivers as we slowly nudged through the traffic, with little clothing.  On this day we also discovered the vagaries of the temperature control in the van.  Either it was too hot and steamed up or freezing cold, made worse by wet clothing.  During our ride home, we had to re-think the next few days.  We really wanted to be finished planting and titivating the next day, already our plans to chill out on Friday had been scuppered, the traffic home was appalling.  By the time we arrived back both hubbies were on ego alert when they discovered our new plans to finish planting again the next day.  All sorts of rows ensued in both houses.  It transpired later that both men had been contriving earlier in the day like a pair of old gossips moaning at each other over us, talk about Grumpy Old Men.  As this repressed frustration had been building some time, the explosions should not have surprised me, at the same time these men should not have been surprised at the 'revelation' that we women want more creativity and space in our lives than smelly socks and ironing.
The nightly tantrums that week really got me down, I only felt good when I was actually on the garden with my hands in the dirt.  Gloves had long gone west and carefully tended six week fingernails were shot to bits.  I didn't care and neither did Janet.  We de-stressed knowing that the more we persevered the better the garden looked.  On the last day of planting, Janet was having troubles on one side of the garden, with plants were going in and out of holes over the course of an hour quicker than you could say 'bad association'.  And that was the trouble.  I stopped at my last corner and told her to stand back a while.  As she did this I moved several plants about for her in different combinations so that she could get a better view.  This worked extremely well and did the trick.   With the problems at home still warm, we pushed them to the back of our minds and carried on until almost 9pm.  That night I arrived home about 11.30pm to 2 lonely slices of chicken on a plate in the microwave having put a large bird on timer earlier in the morning.  No-one managed to do any veg.  I sank into bed without even undressing.

The following judging day was horrendous.  We ended up stuck on the M25 for ages and our attempts to get to site before 8am fell flat.  We arrived at 10.30am to find that the judges had already been round at 8.30am and left us with an envelope and notes.  This was not supposed to happen, in fact we had been told they wouldn't arrive until at least 11.00am.  Opening the envelope we discovered we had won a Bronze medal.  I think both of us felt a little cheated when we read some of the notes re-produced here:

1.  The gates were out of proportion and too high (helloooo, you lot put us on a dammed slope!)
2.  The planting scheme was very good, properly spaced and met the design criteria, however more
     could have been made of the back walls (conceded - we ran out of time).

Slightly deflated, but not being able to chat through the design further with a judge, we tended the garden and headed home.

The show week saw us receive a lot of feedback from the public, many thought we deserved much better than Bronze, lots of visitors wanted to walk around the garden and many reserved plants before the Sunday sell-off.  I should point out that the gardens have to be dismantled and site left as before on the same final show day, quicker to destroy that create.  In the end, the whole experience was uplifting if a little exhausting.  I always said I would love to do this again except next time hire a river barge and stay over.  Most exhibitors at the shows have quite a team behind them, especially the likes of Roger Platt & Co.  We did this off our own back from design through to completion, I'm quite proud of that achievement in all.

Heaven's Gate

Last minute watering



Our Wrought Iron Plaque with Garden Title 
Me and hubby Steve at Gala Evening
Back left border with Acer Drummondii
Front right border
Front left border


Sisyrinchium E K Ball



































Alliums and Ghosts as the sun went in  
Hakonechloa macra 'Alboaurea'


From the back of our brochure:
Many personal thanks go to:

Graham Gilbert at Chilstone for his enthusiasm and excellence in technical drawing - one of the fastest scaled drawings we have ever seen, thank you for the loan of the font and pump!  To Richard Twiddy, MD at B Rourke & Co Ltd for giving us permission to loan the showroom gates, Michael Stott and Paul Ellis for their exceptional assistance in preparing the gates, stand and railings – this place is a must visit for the Burnley area!  Thanks to Andy Taylor at Marshalls, who didn’t know us from Adam, but gave us an unexpectedly supportive end to a frustrating week in May.  Thanks also to Chris Barton at EH Smith’s for assisting us with our building materials, to Chris Barrett at Arup for advising us on water treatment for the font, to David Petters at The Architectural Association for our rope, to Sharon O’Neill at EMI, to Tesco’s at Dunmow, Essex, to Corine and Peter Ageron at Rust and Ageron Plants for taking the time to show us round their nursery at the Marks Hall Estate, Coggeshall, Essex, to Louise Nixon at Cottage Garden Plants, Gt Sampford, Essex, William at Manor Nurseries, Saffron Walden, Essex, also The Place for Plants, East Bergholt, Essex.  Special thanks goes to Jon Gooch at Thorncroft Clematis Nursery for the loving care given to our chosen clematis and also to Simon White at Peter Beales Roses.  Thanks goes to all our friends and family who helped us organize school runs and childminding, special thanks to Simon Jones who gave up his own personal time to make a run up to Lancashire  for our gates.



And lastly:  the two husbands, Keir Johnston and Steve Clark, who without their support and building assistance this garden would not have been possible.  Thank you for giving up your time and energy, firstly to produce first-class workmanship on the build, for all your advice (regardless of whether we took it!) and secondly for managing the children at short notice and maintaining the home front as we went on endless shopping trips for plants, for all the time you allowed us to concentrate on tending our plants including dashing about in heavy rain, erecting gazebos to protect plants, midnight slug patrols and watering expeditions.
Thanks to Nigel Thomas “Builder from Hell”

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