The half term holiday proved to be wonderfully hot and sunny. Here in the north west of England, an unusually cold and rainy start to spring finally gave way to a spell of glorious weather – 2 weeks and counting and with not a drop of rain forecast for the foreseeable. Progress in my own little garden is still behind where it usually is at this time of year, but it’s getting there. Perhaps perversely, I would welcome a downpour or two at this point, as thirsty plants mean nightly watering, which isn’t always such a Zen activity when I’m tired and have many other things to do.
Being a non driver and with arthritic legs that don’t work that well at times, I rarely turn down the offer of a drive out to some local (ish) beauty spot or garden that would otherwise be difficult or impossible for me to get to, so when some friends invited me last week to join them on a return visit to RHS Bridgewater, I enthusiastically accepted.
Joining us was Jim Bob, my friend’s guide dog. Although I recall seeing many dogs when I visited last August, it seems that they may only be allowed on site at certain times of the day, with the exception of assistance dogs like JB. He is always the star of the show anyway and enjoyed all of the extra admiration he attracted with no other canine competition around.
At the time of my last visit much of the early summer flowering planting had gone over, and though still beautiful, there was a tiredness to some of the flowers, which had started to mellow and fade into their autumnal hues. I was looking forward to experiencing the vibrancy and of June, especially in contrast to my still quite sparse little beds. I wasn’t disappointed.
For me, perhaps the highlight of this visit was the primulas along the stream leading to the Chinese garden. I could have been inside a Monet masterpiece, the wild, botanical vista winding away beyond the bridge and into the distance.
My favourite part of Bridgewater is the Paradise garden with its Mediterranean planting, intoxicating fragrances and lily pool.
Impressive kitchen gardens were a hive of activity, with more interest than ever in growing our own food – though for most of us possibly not in such a large plot.
In recent years, horticultural thinking and UK gardening trends have leant towards wilder, less contrived spaces, friendlier to wildlife and, increasingly, including more robust planting which can stand the test of more extreme weather. Somewhat controversially, some of those plants we would formerly have identified (and treated) as weeds are now welcomed into many gardens, though not all. Bridgewater has an abundance of wild planting.
But still includes some more traditional formality
As the afternoon rolled on and the heat rose, the shade of the Chinese garden offered some welcome relief to our furry friend, JB, who was off duty by this point, it being too hot for him to work. The pool looked so refreshingly tempting as the afternoon temperature soared.
I’m already thinking about my next visit, whenever that might be, and contemplating the delights and surprises of another season.