Friday, March 20, 2015

Portobello Road

“Portobello road, Portobello road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed.
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portobello road.
You’ll find what you want in the Portobello road.”


(Chorus from the 1971 film, 'Bedknobs and Broomsticks'... the magical saving grace of a wet camping holiday in Wales)

This week I found what I wanted... in the Portobello Road. 


Not off a barrow but in ‘The Cloth Shop’


A tiny Aladdin’s cave


with staff happy to help


and stuffed to the gunnels with irresistible warps and wefts.

Three meters of embroidered trim was a modest purchase but means that I can finish off one of my many unfinished projects.


I’ll tell you about it when it’s done!


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Loving my loppers

"People love chopping wood. 
In this activity one immediately sees results". Albert Einstein


Pea sticks from prunings and seed pots from the weekend papers, that's a pretty good result. With a truck load of mushroom compost arriving tomorrow I'll be getting a decent wheel barrow workout at the weekend. The immediate result of this particular activity will be exhaustion... but I'll be reaping the rewards all summer!












Thursday, March 12, 2015

Celebrating

Yesterday it was my husband’s birthday. 
It was crisp and sunny and the sky was an almost mediterranean blue so we decided to take a promenade around a local estate that we hadn’t visited before. 
Ickworth House is a rather grand Georgian Italianate folly, neatly bordered by formal gardens yet nestled in the Suffolk countryside. Snowdrops, narcissi and bouncing, new born lambs rub shoulders with clipped hedges sweeping paths and sunken lawns. 
We were mostly in the company of a few eighty year old daughters taking out their hundred year old mothers... so it was a serene and unhurried morning. Only when a troupe of purposeful Nordic walkers breezed past, poles swishing in the spring sunshine, did we have to watch our ankles.
It’s always good to visit other people's gardens, it makes you look at your own from a new perspective. While I wouldn’t aim for quite such a manicured look in our own garden, (and certainly have no chance of achieving it), I did come home resolved to coppice our unruly hazel and tame a couple of Phyllirea angustifolia the big round blobs in the photo above.
Below the house stands the immaculate St Mary’s church and beyond that, completely hidden on a south facing slope the jewel in the crown as far as I’m concerned. Like all competitive gardeners I felt a rush of blood as I went through the door into the walled kitchen garden. 
"There was a big population up at the house, 14 kitchen maids, 14 scullery maids, scores of girls up there. We used to feed all them, West Suffolk Hospital, the chauffeur, the keepers, head keeper we used to feed all them from that garden." Ken Saddler, Head Gardener, 1930
Standing in the lea of the ten foot high, red brick perimeter wall I longed to see that garden as it would have been three hundred years ago. It pre-dates the main house by a hundred years and was thought to have served a manor house, now destroyed, that stood behind the church.
Sadly, it’s now largely given over to a wild flower meadow which is obviously at its shaggy worst at this time of year. The sunken heated pineapple house is dilapidated and the glasshouses that remain from an original eight are crumbling. Happily a group of volunteers and the local school do keep a couple of traditional veg plots going though. 
Hmm, very neatly tilled soil... some winter brassicas and signs of garlic and beans. I can’t even compete on account of all the perennial weeds criss-crossing my patch. Although despite the weeds I too have new garlic shoots, handsome broad beans, broccoli, leeks, cabbage... so maybe we have a draw!
What really enchanted me was this little ‘bothy’ built into the wall at the top corner of the garden. The head gardener would have lived in a larger cottage at the opposite corner, so I like to imagine this might have been for the guy who had to rise at dawn to keep the boiler stoked to heat the pineapple house. 

Alas, these days, where’s the poetry in slinging a pineapple in the trolley at the supermarket! 

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Out and about

Once upon a time I went on the train to London.  
I sat near a man in a nice stripy shirt. 
Mr. Busy, he had lots of important papers and a cheese sandwich.


This boy looked a bit thoughtful, 
as though his jumper was flecked by a skein of melancholy.


On the way home, a hairdresser embarked carrying a toolbox rattling with combs and scissors. 
He also had a large McDonald’s bag. 
He didn’t notice I was sketching him while he ate three burgers, fries and ice cream. 
He must have had an exhausting day!


So, watch out if you ever sit opposite me on the train.


….especially if you're having forty winks!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

101 practical ways with an airing cupboard

Winter-weather and women’s thoughts often change. English proverb

February, such an unpredictable month but Valentine’s day is, weather depending, often my trigger to fall back in love with the soil. 
A few days ago it was warm enough to garden in a thin jumper and eat soup on a sunny bench. I heaped fresh compost onto the rhubarb crowns, dug out barrow loads of unwelcome self-seeded Brunnera plants and thought about replacing a crumbling fence with a Rosa rugosa hedge. 

The previous week I hadn’t been the slightest bit tempted to even set foot outside. After a particularly turbulent afternoon I did check that the netting swaddling my broccoli was intact and that my autumn sown broad beans had not been uprooted but then only tarried just long enough to prise a few frozen sprouts off their stalks and grab a bunch of snowdrops for the kitchen windowsill. 

Whatever the weather, it’s time to start sowing some early seeds, tomato, pepper, cucumber and salad, which means time to reorganise the airing cupboard. 
The airing cupboard? 
Now that sounds like a nice, warm activity for the time of year! 

I now have one shelf reserved as a propagator, another for proving my sourdough, the cat has commandeered the blankets and if we're lucky there might be room for damp towels! 






Friday, February 13, 2015

A Hint of Romance

As we coast along towards Valentine’s day here’s a couple of recent sketches. 




Spot the romantic details! 

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Remembering

“As long as this exists, how can I be sad.” Anne Frank

A diary entry about a single chestnut tree that Anne could see from an attic window while she was in hiding.



I haven’t counted the numbers of trees I can see from my studio window but I appreciate every unique twig and even more so when I think about Anne Frank’s unreservedly thankful attitude.