There is always something special about Friday nights. Unless I am out and about, I spend the evening at home, unwinding and easing into the weekend, usually with music, my favourite candles, my favourite incense, my favourite red wine, and a good book or film.
You will have noticed the word favourite cropping up a few times, and that’s because Friday nights are a celebration: a veil between the frenetic world of work where I spend most of my waking hours on somebody else’s clock, and those two long days which are mine and when I can (usually) do exactly as I please. The perfect end to a Friday night is falling into my bed and NOT setting the alarm. Bliss!
For about half of the year another little bit of magic is woven into the Friday night mix, and this week it returned after its winter absence. I’m writing here about Mr Monty Don and Gardeners’ World.
Like most people, I love a nice garden and am lucky enough to have a little green spot of my own, though I’m no Carol Klein, and mother nature herself is head gardener at my place!
I had no interest in gardening programmes until about two years ago when one Friday evening (of course!) I found myself so relaxed on the sofa that I didn’t want to move to change the TV channel when Gardeners’ World started. A very strange and wonderful thing happened: I found myself completely absorbed in a very sensory way into the programme: the melodic and soothing voices of the presenters; the vibrant colours of the flowers; the lush foliage; birdsong; the camera focusing on the minutiae of the humming pond insects, bees and the butterflies, not to mention Nell and Nigel, Monty’s gorgeous golden retrievers padding along the ornate paving at Long Meadow. It was like a mental massage! I found myself switching on every week, not to learn about herbaceous borders or pruning, but to be soothed into the weekend by this horticultural answer to whale sounds! You may laugh, but I love it!
My own garden shows few signs of the arrival of spring after another week of snow and frost, but Monty is back, so spring is official, and Friday nights now have that extra added treat. Last night Monty took shelter from the snow in his potting shed and told us about some of his plans for the months ahead. One of his grand botanical designs is for a paradise garden which immediately brought to mind one of my own favourite northern gardens. In anticipation of a hopefully glorious summer, and in defiance of the clinging on of winter, I’d like to share some photographs of Roundhey Park in Leeds, a lovely bit of Yorkshire.
Roundhey Park is just a few minutes’ drive outside the centre of Leeds. It is well known as an open air concert venue, but I know it best as a gorgeous green space that I like to spend time in whenever I visit a friend who lives nearby.
Roundhey has several themed gardens and these change year on year. I love this, as it means there is always something new to see on every visit. One of my favourites is the canal garden, a permanent feature.
I live along the route of the Leeds Liverpool Canal and have a great interest in our former industrial waterways. Here, the Canal runs through Roundhey Park and has been turned into a serene water feature. I have enjoyed many a picnic on one of those benches.
The waterwheel is not original but is the centrepiece of another area of the gardens.
I love wildflowers and Roundhey does not disappoint!
Probably my favourite garden is the Alhambra, and I was very excited to learn that Monty is planning something very similar at Long Meadow.
The world is a warmer and more hospitable place today than earlier this week, and Monty’s arrival on my screen has inspired me to get out into my little garden this weekend, if only to tidy up and prepare for new beginnings. Fare thee well cold winter! The wheel has turned again…