The gabled house had become hemmed in on two sides by overgrown beech and yew trees and untidy mixed woodland of mainly larches, which had grown uncontrolled for decades. Indeed, to call the surroundings a garden would have been overstating things, such was the advanced state of decay.
‘I was a city girl from Chicago, working in finance. I had no idea,’ says Mrs. Stainer, who freely admits her previous lack of gardening knowledge. However, two decades later, she’s reeling off plant names and explaining how different species were chosen for specific places and associations.
She highlights one strength they brought to the creation of their garden: ‘Robin has an unfailing eye for design and structure.’ This is revealed in what have become two or three of the garden’s signature features.
I love the story of the house’s origin. Towards the end of the Civil War, in one of the last sieges of the conflict, 100 Royalists took refuge in what was then a medieval tower. They were besieged by Parliamentarians, one of whom fired a grenade so accurately into the top of the tower that it fell to the armoury in the basement and destroyed the whole structure. The present house is its replacement.
Bu hikaye Country Life UK dergisinin September 25, 2019 sayısından alınmıştır.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber ? Giriş Yap
Bu hikaye Country Life UK dergisinin September 25, 2019 sayısından alınmıştır.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber? Giriş Yap
Tales as old as time
By appointing writers-in-residence to landscape locations, the National Trust is hoping to spark in us a new engagement with our ancient surroundings, finds Richard Smyth
Do the active farmer test
Farming is a profession, not a lifestyle choice’ and, therefore, the Budget is unfair
Night Thoughts by Howard Hodgkin
Charlotte Mullins comments on Moght Thoughts
SOS: save our wild salmon
Jane Wheatley examines the dire situation facing the king of fish
Into the deep
Beneath the crystal-clear, alien world of water lie the great piscean survivors of the Ice Age. The Lake District is a fish-spotter's paradise, reports John Lewis-Stempel
It's alive!
Living, burping and bubbling fermented masses of flour, yeast and water that spawn countless loaves—Emma Hughes charts the rise and rise) of sourdough starters
There's orange gold in them thar fields
A kitchen staple that is easily taken for granted, the carrot is actually an incredibly tricky customer to cultivate that could reduce a grown man to tears, says Sarah Todd
True blues
I HAVE been planting English bluebells. They grow in their millions in the beechwoods that surround us—but not in our own garden. They are, however, a protected species. The law is clear and uncompromising: ‘It is illegal to dig up bluebells or their bulbs from the wild, or to trade or sell wild bluebell bulbs and seeds.’ I have, therefore, had to buy them from a respectable bulb-merchant.
Oh so hip
Stay the hand that itches to deadhead spent roses and you can enjoy their glittering fruits instead, writes John Hoyland
A best kept secret
Oft-forgotten Rutland, England's smallest county, is a 'Notswold' haven deserving of more attention, finds Nicola Venning