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img_2199The silvery outer petals of not-yet-open Crocus tommasinianus, my front garden.

img_2207Radiant silvery-mauve Crocus tommasinianus displaying their rich orange stamen in the sunshine.

My relationship with crocus has, up until now, been a simple one. I have loved the gentle reliability of the silvery-mauve Crocus tommasinianus and as a garden designer I have often used it as the first to flower in a bulb programme for clients’ gardens. It works well planted generously (they are not expensive) to form an undulating ribbon to quietly light up a border in February. It is also wonderfully effective in grass. In my own front garden I have planted a semi circle around a multi stemmed magnolia tree. I love the way the crocus foliage emerges suddenly each year from the expanse of lawn, at first offering an almost ghostly silvery sweep and then, on the first really sunny day, socking it to the street, an uplifting arc of rich purple which literally stops passers-by in their tracks.

img_2198The closed crocus form a discreet ordered semi circle.

img_2210For a week or two the open crocus become an eye-catching swathe of purple.

Contrary to popular myth my semi circle was not intended to form a ‘C’ (the initial of my family surname) but I do have a friend whose husband planted her initial – ‘O’ – in Crocus tommasinianus in the lawn one autumn as a complete surprise for her. If the weather works in your favour the crocus should be in flower on Valentine’s Day so a romantic gesture to try perhaps this autumn?

Earlier this week I found myself heading, initially rather unpromisingly, to Enfield, North London, to find out more about one of the twentieth century’s great gardeners – and  ‘Crocus King’ –  E A Bowles (1865-1954).

img_8894img_8823Turkey Street Enfield – en route to Myddelton House.

It is hard to imagine now what it must have been like to arrive at Bowles’ home, Myddelton House, in the late 19th and early 20th century, but on March 1st 2017 it was a relief to get away from the network of subways leading from a lonely section of Ginger Line and arrive at the imposing early 19th house where the eminent plantsman spent so many years growing studying, painting and writing about plants.

img_8877 img_8876Myddelton House

In 1914 Bowles wrote ‘My Garden in Spring’ based on his personal and passionate observations of the garden around the family home. He gardened here with tireless experimentation despite his frustration at the growing conditions: “the climate, soil and trees contrive to make it the driest and hungriest in Great Britain”. ‘My Garden in Spring’ was followed by ‘My Garden in Summer’ (also published in 1914) and ‘My Garden in Autumn and WInter’ (1915). These became best sellers, regularly reprinted, and were followed by ‘A Handbook of Crocus and Colchicum’ (1924)  and ‘A Handbook of Narcissus (1934), both leading studies of their day.

springMy 1972 edition of ‘My Garden in Spring’.

Bowles befriended the great plant hunters of the time – including the legendary Reginald Farrer who wrote a feisty introduction to ‘My Garden in Spring’ –  made hundreds of drawings and painting of plants (many now held at the RHS Lindley Library) and nurtured fine cultivars of a wide range of plants, many of which still bear his name today. These include the richly coloured – and edible – Viola ‘Bowles’s Black’, Carex elata ‘Aurea’ or Bowles’ Golden Sedge – a wonderful evergreen grass that lights up the darkest corner and Vinca minor ‘La Grave’ or ‘Bowles’ Variety’ – a fantastic ground cover plant, less invasive than Vinca major, smothered in lavender blue flowers from April to September. With typical charm, Vinca ‘Bowles’ Variety’ was spotted in a French churchyard en route to a plant hunting trip to the Alps.

bowles-blackThe richly coloured – and edible – Viola ‘Bowles’s Black’.


Carex elata ‘Aurea’ or Bowles’ Golden Sedge – a wonderful evergreen grass that lights up the darkest corner.pl2000003981_card_lgVinca minor ‘La Grave’ or ‘Bowles’ Variety’ – a fantastic ground cover plant, less invasive than Vinca major, smothered in lavender blue flowers in from April to September.

‘My Garden in Spring’ has a gentle honesty that feels refreshing despite its age. ‘Many find the garden too museumy to please them’ he sets out frankly near the beginning of the book and there are some spectacularly ponderous diversions such as the following saga on the elusive definition of spring: ‘a large number of people over a certain age would insist that Spring no longer exists, and would probably endeavour to prove this assertion by lengthy reminiscences of halcyon days of yore, which provided early opportunities for picnics and thin raiment. Who has not heard their Great-Aunt Georgina hold forth on the Indian muslins that in bygone Mays were all-sufficient for her comfort…’

But it does not take long for the reader to be caught up in Bowles’ enthusiasm and enormous attention to detail. Here his description of Crocus balansae gives a taste of the depth of his passion:


Crocus olivieri ssp. balansae ‘Zwanenberg’ – photo courtesy of specialist Alpine nursery Potterton’s.

Crocus balansae … has three outer segments externally of a deep mahogany colour, and in bud looks nearly black and is very hard to see, but the moment these deep-coloured segments part, the rich orange of the inner segments makes a most conspicuous and beautiful object of the flower … Everyone who sees it for the first time is astonished at its beauty, and can hardly believe it is real, like the little girl at the Zoo, who after gazing at the Anteaters said, ” But there aren’t really such animals as those, are there, Nurse.”‘

Bowles can be as furiously dismissive of certain crocus as he is enthusiastic about others. ‘I do not care so much for large clumps of any white form. At the back of the borders they look too cold, and suggest unmelted snow pats’ or, of Crocus graveolens, ‘one little yellow crocus has an obnoxious trait in its character and is a little stinking beast, as Dr Johnson defined the stoat’. But mostly he just wants to explain why ‘every garden ought to have large clumps of (yellow) crocus to brighten up the bare soil in February’ or the charms of his favourite Crocus chrysanthus ‘I greatly admire a gourd-shaped crocus; it means that the throat is wide and full, and the segments ample and rounded … so that an unopened blossom has a distance waist about two-thirds of the way down … when fully expanded the segments bend outwards from above this waist, forming a round rather than starry flower.’

I am beginning to look at the crocus with different eyes. ‘We treat Crocuses au grand sérieux in this garden, giving over two double-light frames to their service in the very sunniest part of the kitchen garden’ writes Bowles at the beginning of his chapter on the genus. It is these frames, re-introduced to the garden at Myddelton House by the hard-working E A Bowles Society,  that I have come to see with the London group of the conservation charity, Plant Heritage.

Walking into the same ordered kitchen garden – extensively restored since 2009 with money from the Heritage Lottery Fund – and peaking into the steeply slanting Peach House with its immaculately fan-trained peaches pink with blossom, I feel a pang of desire when I arrive at the jewel box National Collection of Crocus, each in its individual pot embedded in sand.

img_8840The Peach House with fan-trained peaches in full blossom.



img_3386 img_3398The fleet of stilted cold frames containing the E A Bowles Society National Collection of Crocus cultivars.

Liz MacNicol is the splendidly named Crocus Co-ordinator at Myddelton House  (NB this is a Plant Heritage job title – extreme general enthusiasts go under the banner of ‘Croconut’).  A National Collection is defined as a collection of at least 75% of available cultivars and, in the case of the E A Bowles Society collection, cultivars includes all those bred by E A Bowles and still known to be in existence. Infuriatingly the yellow Crocus chyrsanthus E A Bowles seems to have disappeared altogether – although there have been hopeful sightings as reported by John Grimshaw in 2010.


Painting by E A Bowles of Crocus chysanthus ‘E A Bowles’ courtesy of John Grimshaw’s Garden Diary

The Myddelton House Crocus Collection is painstakingly monitored at every stage of growth. Watering begins in January and carries on weekly until the leaves have died down. The crocus are fed Phostrogen every fortnight during the same period and deadheaded weekly so that the plants do not set seed (with the obvious danger of cross fertilisation). This year everything was very late because of the cold spell in January. Liz was convinced there would be precious losses as ‘there was no green at all’ in the second week of January, but in fact the cool but steady early spring that has followed seems to be bringing about a satisfyingly long display. I am surprised and then saddened that the crocus are not labelled and only numbered for security reasons, but perhaps the advantage of no name is that you look even harder at the tiny differences in shade and delicate marking of the pots of crocus on display.

Of course there is no harm in a little light guesswork. This gorgeous, singing pink, starry-flowered crocus is probably Crocus tommasinianus ‘Roseus’ described by the specialist nursery Potterton’s as ‘an outstanding and justifiably popular form with numerous large, bright rose-pink flowers, that are silvery-grey outside’.

img_8848Possibly Crocus tommasinianus ‘Roseus’.

And this is possibly Crocus chrysanthus ‘Snow Bunting’ which Potterton’s Nursery describes as    ‘…ivory with a faint purple blush on the outside of the petals. It has a delicate musky scent and bright yellow orangey anthers and has received the RHS Award of Garden Merit.’ img_8849

The wonderfully delicate ‘Snow Bunting’ is the only crocus bred by E A Bowles still commercially available. It naturalises happily and is absolutely one for my autumn list:

Crocus ‘Snow Bunting’ – photograph © the E A Bowles Society.

As I read up about the finely marked, washed lavender ‘Blue Pearl’ – often one of the earliest crocus to emerge and surprisingly tough and long lasting in grass – and the vibrant purple feathering on the pale yellow fragrant ‘Gypsy Girl’, I realise that my list of desirable (and happily readily available) crocus is growing longer and longer.

blue-pearl-fullCrocus biflorus ‘Blue Pearl’ – photograph © the E A Bowles Society.


Crocus ‘Gypsy Girl’ – photograph © the E A Bowles Society.

Other crocus are extremely rare, surviving only by being nurtured in this careful way and should be enjoyed for the short time they are in flower. The Myddelton House Collection contains such treasures as the slow-to-reproduce and the graceful Crocus ‘Kittiwake’ (Bowles named a whole series of crocus after birds, one of his other great interests), and Crocus tommasinianus ‘Bobbo’ named ‘to remind me of the sharp-eyed boy who was the first to spot it’.


Crocus ‘Kittiwake’ – photograph © the E A Bowles Society.

bobbo-fullCrocus tommasinianus ‘Bobbo’ – Crocus © the E A Bowles society.

Beyond the cold frames at Myddelton House, Bowles encouraged Crocus tommasinianus to form generous uplifting drifts along with snowdrops. He would be constantly on the look out for unusual crocus which he would select and grow on. So now, as well as being able to choose a particular shade – a darker purple or a more rosy hue perhaps – there are opportunities to extend the period of colour by planting bulbs which flower in succession. 

img_8855 img_8856 img_8862Huge numbers of Crocus tommasinianus and snowdrops in the Alpine Meadow and Rock Garden at Myddelton House.

I find myself turning again to Anna Pavord’s wonderful book ‘Bulb’ (published in 2009, so a mere sprig in horticultural book years) to find out more. ‘Bulb’ was the result of season after season of growing every kind of bulb and taking the trouble to observe them closely and to appreciate both finer and irritating qualities. It is written in her usual seductive style which is both learned and personal and by the end I am dangerously resolved to grow entire table-fulls of bulbs in pots next year, as well as to attend to the question of succession in my own front garden.

bulb-2BULB by Anna Pavord.

A wise sequence of Crocus tommasinianus could well be the mid February flowering ‘Whitewell Purple’ (‘the stigma is brilliant orange, the stamens paler, though you need sun to see the beauty of the inside, when the flower opens flat like a spreadeagled sunbather’), ‘Barr’s Purple’, named after the great Victorian nurseryman Peter Barr, and finally the late February ‘Ruby Giant’ which, as Ms Pavord wryly observes, is ‘neither ruby, nor a giant, it is a beautiful crocus, the three outer petals faintly stippled with paler streaks’.

crocwhitewellcuCrocus tommasinianus ‘Whitewell Purple’ – photograph © Broadleigh Bulbs.

Crocus ‘Barr’s Purple’ – photograph © Potterton’s Nursery.

crocus-tomm-ruby-giantCrocus tommasinianus ‘Ruby Giant’ – photograph © Potterton’s Nursery. 

Mulling this over – how many of each to order to top up my existing Crocus tommasinianus? – I step out of the Kitchen Garden into a series of glass houses. These are furnished with families of colourful exotic plants and have the friendly, storytelling quality of a Henri Rousseau painting.

 Glass House next to the Kitchen Garden.

My favourite is a glass conservatory built onto the house itself. I love the chequered floor tiles, the white painted, curly Victorian ironwork and inside a little world of shocking pink flowers,  skinny, emerald green cactus and a louche flowering Aeonium in an old lead water tank.  Perhaps because of the curiousness of the collection, and the proximity to the house, there is a feeling of pure excitement in the conservatory that brings us a little closer to the great man himself. 

Conservatory, Myddelton House

I speed back into town where I am to meet Andrea Brunsendorf, the talented and exacting Head Gardener of the Inner Temple Gardens – the constantly surprising three acres of garden surrounded by Barristers’ chambers between Temple and Blackfriars stations. I wrote about the gardens in their full September glory in my The Dahlia Papers post SECRET LONDON BENCHES. 

I have already heard about Andrea’s frustration with the damage a group of six or seven pigeons, a mixture of wood and street pigeons, are inflicting year after year on the south facing bank where she has tried everything she can to achieve something even close to a sheet of crocus.  She explains that her lack of success is particularly galling as she trained at Kew which is famous for its huge spreading seas of pale purple and white at this time of year and yet all she has to show on March 1st are these sporadic dark purple clumps of ‘Ruby Giant’ (remember Anna Pavord’s wise words : ‘Ruby Gian’ is neither ruby, nor giant’).

Crocus tommasinianus ‘Ruby Giant’ on the south facing bank – The Meadow – at Inner Temple Gardens.

Beheaded clumps of Crocus tommasinianus ‘Ruby Giant’, Inner Temple Gardens.

Pigeons are well known for attacking yellow crocus, and some gardeners will avoid yellow ones completely, but Andrea has used only purple and white cultivars, and has done everything by the book: successional planting of different crocuses in an open sunny spot, starting off with several hundred in each section and then adding perhaps 150 new bulbs each year; she has employed fake birds of prey; real hawks (‘the hawks came on Wednesdays and the pigeons just came back on the Thursday’); and one year she went for the full allotment style CD’s dancing in the wind. We discuss other possible crocuses – Sarah Raven’s favourite crocus is Crocus chrysanthus ‘Spring Beauty’ which she regards as super tough as well as exquisite with deep purple feathering on pale mauve and Dan Pearson had success in his London garden with Crocus tommasinianus ‘Lilac Beauty’ – one that Andrea has not in fact tried. Andrea notes these down with wistful enthusiasm and then her face lights up with a fanciful idea of sourcing hundreds of yellow windmills – the kind children play with at the seaside – and planting them in droves amongst the crocus… There have been better years: ‘once we had not cleared the Persicaria orientalis on the borders immediately above the meadow so there was a great alternative food source nearby which seemed to make a difference.’ But it is an incredibly difficult thing to experiment with scientific precision when you are caring for a garden that has to look good throughout the year.

In the end Andrea thinks she will have to look to other plants to accompany the crocus – scillas probably (although they are ‘disappointingly pale’), or the rich gold and mahogany coloured Primula ‘Gold Lace’.

Primula ‘Goldlace’ amongst emerging Smirnium perfoliatum elsewhere in the garden.

The Inner Temple Garden is open to the public during the week at lunch time. There are rare trees and shrubs, amazing displays of tulips and the herbaceous borders are an extraordinary contrast to the manifestly serious buildings which surround them. It is worth visiting at absolutely any time of year. What is more,  Andrea Brunsendorf’s quarterly column on her work in the garden, Garden News, is full of inspiring and generous observations.

When I visited a few days ago I was smitten by this gorgeous, weeping Acacia pravissima – a small elegant evergreen tree about to burst into yellow, fragrant flower and by the low mounding cushions of Coronilla valentina subsp. glauca ‘Citrina’ softening the central stone steps and again on the verge of opening into scented, paler yellow flower:

Acacia pravissima

Coronilla valentina subsp. ‘Citrina’.

As we are saying goodbye, Andrea has an idea. Looking across at the Iris unguicularis that are thriving on the same bank, nestling amongst lush mediterranean planting, she suddenly wonders if she could use mounds of this ‘Algerian Iris’ on the challenging south facing bank. Iris unguicularis is an exquisite plant which flowers over a long period from late winter to early spring and would give exciting height and bulk to the entire slope.

Iris unguicularis nestling amongst Mediterranean planting on the Wildflower Bank, Inner Temple Gardens.

Extraordinarily, E A Bowles writes in ‘My Garden in Spring’ ‘Suppose a wicked uncle who wished to check your gardening zeal left you pots of money on condition you grew on one species of plants: what would you choose? I should settle on Iris unguicularis.’ Bowles loved the plant for its ‘soft lilac colouring and crystalline texture’ and for  its’ scent, ‘fuller than the scent of Primrose, with a promise of honey strong enough to wake any bee (but with a) correcting sharpness in it, like that of lemon with the sugar of a shrove Tuesday pancake’. Best of all, even for the Crocus King, it is simply ‘the first flower of spring’.

Andrea worries for a moment what would happen to the Iris unguicularis when, later in the year, she mows the entire bank. How would Iris unguicularis react to that?  ‘Well, you are not supposed to cut Kniphofia to the ground but I do it and it comes back …’.

 I suspect a wonderful solution has been found.



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Vibrantly planted urn at the centre of the Garden of St John’s Lodge

You are walking through the imposing Avenue Gardens in Regent’s Park.  Maybe you are on your way to the Frieze Art Fair, or to the zoo or returning from a doctor’s appointment or a shopping trip.  There is something gracious and international – Parisian almost – about the perfect symmetry and the monumental scale of the avenues and the formal gardens which flank them but you might feel a little lonely here amongst the glowering, repeated foliage and inky topiary sitting on a bench unwrapping your lunchtime sandwich: 

side view avenue regents parkRegent’s Park, London
avenue regents park
Regent’s Park, London

IMG_2198 (3)Avenue Garden, Regent’s Park London

If you move away from the immaculate paths you will of course come across some gorgeous surprises – when I visit a few days ago, the ripening fruits of this strawberry tree, Arbutus unedo, has the brilliant primitive energy of a Henri Rousseau painting:

arbutus unedofruits of Arbutus unedo – the Strawberry Tree

And it is exciting to venture further off the main drag (just off the Inner Circle near to the junction with Chester Road) and discover the peaceful, intimate Garden of St John’s Lodge.

 St John’s Lodge was the first elegant white stucco villa built in John Nash’s Regent’s Park. The house, finished in 1819, was originally (and is now again) a private residence, but it has had various other lives as headquarters of the RNIB and as Bedford College, London University.  In 1888 the then owner, the 3rd Marquess of Bute, commissioned Robert Weir Schultz to create a garden ‘fit for meditation’. The garden  – with its feeling of enclosure, a series of comfortable garden rooms around a circular central space – has been open to the public since 1928 when the Cabinet decreed that more of Regent’s Park should be accessible to Londoners.

The garden was renovated by Colvin and Moggridge in 1994 and the style of planting is as soft and natural as the outer world of the Park is restrained and formal.  Even at the end of October vibrant mounds of Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’ spill over onto the sunken lawns.

Erysimum bowles mauveErysimum ‘Bowles’s Mauve’

bench at st johnsA high backed wooden bench surrounded by geraniums, Viburnum davidii, and ferns

There are handsome high backed wooden benches, sensitively set apart from each other and enclosed in wonderful arbours of green. In summer the generous benches are framed with trailing clematis and wisteria. In autumn they are still encased in a booth of green: a classic but enduringly effective combination of geraniums, glossy Viburnum davidii and ferns. Here the bench itself is rather brilliantly underplanted with Sarcococca confusa – Christmas Box – which will provide a delicious, secret supply of heady scent in late winter.

I am running late and trying to leave the garden with a view to returning as soon as I can, when my eye is drawn to the brilliant coral planting of a huge urn, glimpsed through an arch formed in a hedge of lime trees, with white Japanese anemones lining a tunnel-like path and luring me to come closer.

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Giant urn enclosed by a circle of Limes, Garden of St John’s Lodge

I cannot resist and move forward to take a look. As I approach the fringe of back-lit, lime leaves glows a brilliant green:

urn through fringe limeThe urn seen through a fringe of brilliant green lime leaves

The winter planting of the urn is not quite finished but it is rather sensational:  young plants of Cornus sanguinea ‘Midwinter Fire’ amongst salmon, plum and toffee-coloured winter pansies against a densely scalloped backdrop of dark green:

close up urnClose up of the urn with Cornus sanguinea ‘Midwinter Fire’, winter pansies and trailing ivy

Clutching my new London secret garden to me, I walk down the hill that evening with my family to our brilliant local cinema, Peckham Plex.  I am thrilled to see that my evening of enjoyable but ridiculous adventure (Gone Girl) is made sweeter by the sudden arrival of ‘Rye Lane Orchard’ – a series of fruiting trees in galvanised metal containers that now line the unglamorous path between McDonald’s and the cinema:
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Rye Lane Orchard, Peckham

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 Rye Lane Orchard, Peckham

There are red and white stripey benches to perch on while waiting for a friend:

rye lane establsh girl perchingPerching Bench, Rye Lane Orchard

Or two of you could arrange to meet up and have a drink or a chat:

bench peckham orchardBench for two in Rye Lane Orchard

I love the gentle orange red of the crab apples against the harsher 1970’s brick buildings:

crab apple close upClose up of Crab Apples, Rye Lane Orchard

I like the simple, thorough, industrial style of the labelling:

IMG_8188And I like the way that you can quietly find out more about how the trees got here if you want to:
And the slightly out of place – but hats-off-for-trying – addition of recipes and information about the trees :
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When I get home I do want to know more. I find out that the ‘Orchard’ arrived in fact in April 2014 and will remain as part of an experiment in enriching this urban, bustling part of South London with plants for a couple of years. It was originally part of ‘Octavia’s Orchard’, an innovative 2013 collaboration between The South Bank, The National Trust and architects, ‘What if: project’  – for which a greater collection of trees and benches spent the summer on the South Bank.  I am intrigued to learn that the original project was named for Octavia Hill who not only founded the National Trust but also campaigned powerfully for everyone to have access to green spaces “the sight of sky and of things growing” – I had not known that securing public access to Parliament Hill FIelds, Vauxhall Park and Brockwell Park were just some of her triumphs.  If you think the National Trust is too cosy, even slightly old fashioned it is worth remembering Ms Hill’s founding fire nearly 120 years ago: “Destruction of open spaces is imminent because we are all so accustomed to treat money value as if it were the only real value”.

slg may benchThe Fox Garden, South London Gallery, in May – the path lit up with Libertia grandiflora

Elsewhere in Peckham there is another secret garden you should know about – The Fox Garden at the leading contemporary art gallery, The South London Gallery.  I have to come clean that this is a garden I am closely involved with (I designed the planting for the garden with my partner, Helen Fraser) and it is one of our favourite projects.  It is such a beautiful space – flanked on one side by the towering wall of the original  Gallery, (opened in 1891 – around the same time that Octavia Hill was gearing up to co-create the National Trust), and framed at each end by the elegant Clore Studio and No. 67 Cafe, designed by 6a architects. Also, and perhaps most importantly, the garden is open to everyone, every day except Monday, and like the Gallery itself, free to visit. It was the vision of gallery director, Margot Heller, that led to us becoming involved: she was adamant that this was an opportunity to provide a surprising seasonally rich garden within the gallery walls, only steps away from the gritty reality of Peckham Road.

Here, on simple oak benches , you can eat your lunch surrounded by a palette of plants which changes significantly as the year progresses:

slg janThe rich palette of The Fox Garden in January – Libertia grandiflora foliage and the red berries of Nandina domestica 

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The same Nandina in spring, this time illuminated by the pale spires of Tellima grandiflora

slg phaeum plus heuchera cylindricaPale claret flowers of Geranium phaeum with skinny green spires of Heuchera cylindrica in May

slg cornusJune: the beautiful milky bracts of the enormous Cornus Kousa var. chinensis that fill the glass windows of the cafe.

The garden surprises with scent too at different times of year – mounds of Sarcococca confusa flank the path at each end of the garden and the scent of Philadelphus fills the space in June.  And of course sometimes an artist will want to use the garden as part of the Gallery space itself. Until 23 November 2014 you can eat your lunch contemplating the elegant, swooping ‘wall sculpture’ by Lawrence Weiner – part of his ALL IN DUE COURSE exhibition in the main gallery:


Lawrence Weiner wall sculpture on expansive Victorian Gallery/Fox Garden wall

Close up Lawrence Weiner wall sculpture on SLG Gallery/Fox Garden wall

A short journey away by train and tube is the place to find London’s most brilliantly colourful benches to sit and eat on:


Bench surrounded by `Salvia uliginosa, Salvia involucrata ‘Bethellii’ and Rudbeckia

Iinner temple bench with miscanthusBench with Miscanthus sinesnsis, Salvia leucantha and Salvia involucrata ‘Bethellii’ spilling over

This is the garden of the Inner Temple which is gardened with wonderful energy and originality by Head Gardener, Andrea Brunsendorf – and is a place not only for learned, dark-suited lawyers to come into the sun for a few moments but is again open to everyone from 12.30 to 3.00 each weekday:

inner temple bence establish

Andrea is well known for her exuberant late summer borders (but please check out the garden at tulip time and come again to see the Peony Garden in full bloom). Here in late October, the borders make you smile with their exuberance:inner temple spilling over


IMG_8062You can tell the way it is gardened by the relaxed bearing of the self seeded verbascum on the garden steps:

verbascum on stepsSelf seeded Verbascum on Inner Temple Garden Steps

And by the celebratory way the Verbascum petals are allowed to linger like stars on the stone steps:

verbascum petalsIndividual Verbascum flowers against stone

Peak through the railings on your way to court and you will catch the orange flash of tangled mexican sunflowers – Tithonia rotundifolia :

orange against orange brickOr you might stop to admire silky clematis seed heads spilling out onto the pavement:
close up clematis seed headClematis seedhead

Or maybe you will wonder – as I did – about the amazing shrubby plant flanking the entrance with tulip shaped leaves and yellow pea like flowers?amicia

Amicia zygomeris flanking the steps


Close up of Amicia zygomeris

Andrea kindly put me out of my misery and revealed this plant to be a fantastic woody-based perennial which can survive a temperature of -14 degrees celsius (it will regenerate if cut down by frost) – a brilliant, or as Christopher Lloyd puts it ‘unexpectedly stylish’ foliage plant for a courtyard garden.  I remembered in fact that there is the most beautiful stand of this Amicia in the Exotic Garden at Great Dixter – I had been drawn to the purple veining of its leaves and stipules but had never seen it flower …
amicia dixterAmicia zygomeris at Great Dixter

Walking down the steps to the main body of the garden the autumn sunshine has a magical dancing effect on the surprisingly relaxed planting on either side:

miscanthus sinensis 'unidine' with Verbena hastata 'Rosea'Miscanthus sinensis ‘Unidine’ with Verbena hastata ‘Rosea’


Teasels back lit by the autumn sunshine

Here you will find quieter, shadier places to sit:  I loved this benches’ backdrop of Begonia grandis subsp. Evansiana 


Begonia is not used often enough as a late flowering plant for shade: in the Inner Temple Garden it is brilliantly and simply combined with Hydrangea arborescens ‘Annabelle’:


Begonia grandis subsp. evansiana with Hydrangea arborescens ‘Annabelle’

IMG_8103IMG_8102Close up elegant flowers of Begonia grandis subsp. Evansiana

There is one further, perfectly positioned bench, a quiet bench in an arking canopy of just turning greens and yellows:


This bench reminds me suddenly of my fig tree at home – that fantastic moment between green and yellow:

IMG_8176still Matisse green fig leaves

yellowed fig leafI realise I will be back here again tomorrow. Just round the corner is the Temple Church where one of my sons is singing.  I love these connections between art and gardens and film and trees and gardens and music.  Come to the concert tomorrow and try to visit the Inner Temple Garden whenever you can.