Reviews of Gardens and Shows

In a sunken recess

beside a formal stretch of grass

which was once a tennis court

languish these three treasures from the past.

I do wonder when they last moved:  (more…)

Of course every garden is, in some way, a sensory garden.

But the spiritual healing payback from sensory plants makes them particularly relevant in hospice care.

So a sensory garden features strongly in our designs for Weston Hospice in Weston super Mare.

Yes we know it doesn’t look very healing yet!

But, big projects take time to implement.

Particularly in the planning, finance and tender stages.

However….the good news is….


Restoration and renovation in Bath, UK aka ‘Jane Austen land.’

We are mostly asked to design or redesign gardens, in a way which usually changes the hard landscape features quite dramatically.

In this case, we were quite clear from the start that this would not be the case, although the resulting changes were in another sense structural.

The clients quite definitely knew their minds.


I overheard two pasty-eating builders lounging outside Tesco Express the other day:

‘She’s tidy,’ said one laconically to the other, glancing across the road.

I followed his line of vision and saw a short skirt, vertiginous heels and blonde hair.

Now, maybe I have led a sheltered life, but I had never heard that expression used for that purpose before!


On one of our projects, which is in an old fruit growing area, Lesley and I are going to extend an old orchard as part of the design.

 And so of course the quincunx comes into play!

 Yer wot?

No I had not myself until recently encountered the quincunx. And then we visited a National trust garden not far from here:


Changes of pace, light and shade, atmosphere etc are tremendously important within gardens.

Both to give a feel of variety, answer your moods and develop the space.

It is also important for you to be able to achieve functionality within the garden and move around it easily as you choose.

This garden feature, seen a few weeks ago, achieves both these goals.


‘Is there honey still for tea?’ asked Rupert Brooke nostalgically from Berlin in his Grantchester poem of 1912.

And one assumes this is the kind of village which very shortly, in The First World War, the poor guys in the trenches imagined that they were ‘fighting for.’

But the other day it seemed completely unreal. 

The streets were deserted:


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