Saturday, 16 August 2014

Garden of Delight

Above, the roar of yet another passenger plane across the cloud-broken sky, but even as it passes directly overhead, it doesn't quite manage to drown out the hesitant high notes of the robin, hidden in the overhanging branches of the trees, or the gentle preoccupied hum of honey bees in the warm-scented lavender.  

In the borders, bright bedding plants bask under summer sunshine.
Dark leaved, hot-bloomed exotics add a generous dose of spice and fire, whilst more familiar petals play with the
pallet; purple heads of verbena jut through sprays of yellow fennel, and bright dahlias float, like painted dragon-boats on a sea of montbretia.

Ahead, down the long broadwalk, beyond the flower beds where short mown grass opened out and rolled away beneath the green shade of trees, is a glimpse of reflected light, of victorian glass rising up from the edge of wind-shivered lake.

Picture on a postcard, flowers in your hair.
Let down your guard, forget the busy world, bare-foot in the grass.
Lie back and let the thundershowers roll, as the slow hours of summer pass. 

 All photos taken at Royal Botanic Gardens Kew, London, England. 4th-13th August 2014 (Copyright Sophie-May Lewis/SophiEco Wild)

Saturday, 2 August 2014

Poem: Swift Departure

I noticed today, the swifts have left the town. Always last to arrive and first to arrive, these migratory visitors epitomise, for me, the fleeting nature of the long awaited summer. Their thrilling screaming cries and diving flight down the narrow alleyways and cobbled streets of my home-town are a highlight of my year, and I miss them when they are gone.

Swift Departure
No scything wings.
The song thrush, the town-crier sings:
They’ve gone! They’ve gone! They’ve gone!
The empty street gazes up at empty sky.
No screaming dives.
Sparrows, the street-urchins, chirp forlorn:
They’ve gone! They’ve gone! They’ve gone!
No angled shadow.
The starlings, the pearly kings, darkly mourn:
They’ve gone! They’ve gone! They’ve gone!
Around the eaves the wind blows hollow.
No longer spring, they’ve stolen summer;
The cloud-cutters, the city-swallow.

They’ve gone.

(Copyright Sophie-May Lewis)

Thursday, 17 July 2014

The garden at Five Oaks Cottage

Tucked away in a secret spot, along a hazel-shaded lane in the heart of the South Downs, is an unusual and quirky garden encircling a cottage near Petworth in the South Downs National Park, with breathtaking views across the Sussex countryside 

Today, the garden was soaked in bright July sunshine beneath clear, windless skies. The sounds of traffic and towns were replaced with the hum, buzz and chirrups of insects and birds. Managed organically, as a wildlife garden, the garden has been under the ownership and care of Jean Jackman (Twitter @Selfseeding) since she and her husband Steve brought the house on 1994. 
Since that first year, many hours of hard work have transformed the garden into a beautiful, thriving wildlife haven (quite a feat considering the heavy acidic clay soil). A past life as a plant buyer for a garden centre chain has given Jean the opportunity to amass a collection of unusual plants, many chosen for their architectural qualities, their scent or their intriguing back-stories. 

In fact, every plant in the garden seems to have a story or a reason for being there; the bamboo from a friends recommendation, the tree where the Owl perches on quiet evening, or a  mother's much-loved-favourite. Gravel and brick paths, where wildflowers often choose to self seed, take you on a winding journey through the borders, and lead through the garden to a glorious meadow. 

Tall golden grasses wave in the softest of breezes and yellow Birds-foot-trefoil peers out from the edge of the mown paths. 
Purple Knapweed is currently the star of the show, attracting a throng of insects. Bees hum from flower to flower, Hoverflies dance at the edge of your sight, and Butterflies flit on dainty wings; the Small White and the Common Blue, the Meadow Brown and the Small Skipper, and like a flying pocket-chessboard the unusual and beautiful Marbled White.    

An old crooked apple tree, with lichen covered branches, lazes at the end of the meadow, keeping an eye of the productive vegetable patch. 
A feature throughout the garden, is metal work, with quirky artesian gates and obelisks providing both a smile, and a perfect perch for sun-basking dragonflies.

Birds are here too, with Sparrows, Tits and a tiny Goldcrest, performing their circus tricks in high branches. 

I left the garden, for the shady drive down the hazel-lined lane, with a feeling of total relaxation, and smiling at the knowledge that even as I travelled back into town, bees and butterflies were still dancing between flowers of purple, yellow and white, beneath the summer sun. 

The garden is open through July, in support of Sussex Wildlife Trust.
To visit, contact Jean with your preferred date, via twitter @Selfseeding or ring 07939 272 443

Monday, 14 July 2014

Paradise at Parham; proud, pioneering, anything but predictable

"The most wonderful thing about Parham is that it has never changed.
It has never lost any of its charm." Lady Emma Barnard

It would be easy to rush along the busy road between Storrington and Pulborough in West Sussex, and pass by the white gateway that is the entrance of Parham House and Gardens. But you’d be missing out. I have done exactly that, time after time, however with an invite to the 21st annual Garden Weekend event, this time I turned in through the gateway and allowed myself to be drawn down the long winding driveway into another world. 


The driveway ribbons through beautiful parkland with veteran trees and roaming deer, possibly unchanged in hundreds of years. Very soon, the rushing road is left far behind, out of view and rapidly drifting out of mind. Parham House comes into view as you drop downhill into an oasis of England’s green and pleasant land. The estate is cradled by the rolling downs, and from the house no sign of the outside world is visible, giving the place an air of peace, tranquillity and timelessness.
A morning which had started with mist, was now bright, and the yellow hued stone of the house with its white painted clock tower, reflected the summer sun. House Martins flittered in the blue sky, visiting their nests under the eaves of the roof. The house seemed to fit in the landscape as if the two had grown together from the same roots over time.

I had arrived in time for the official opening of the event, this year the ribbon-cutting was undertaken by Garden Designer Joe Swift (regular presenter on Gardeners’ World) with the humour and flair that seems part of his nature.

The event was already busy, with visitors eager to discover wonderful treats from the numerous plant nurseries and stalls attending. Some had come with specific target plants in mind, others meandered between the stands seeing what took their eye; none could resist the lure and excitement of a new variety, the fun and quirky, or an old familiar favourite that brought back childhood memories.

Their exclamations, chatter and laughter mingled with the music being played by Davison Worthing Youth Concert Band, and the sound of bees and grasshoppers to create the perfect soundtrack to the day, punctuated occasionally by the distant mewling of high soaring buzzards or the clatter of dragonfly wings overhead.

And the flowers were certainly putting on a show!

The wide borders were bursting with colour; hot pinks, brooding purples, deep blues, powerful magentas, rich reds and zesty yellows. Plants jostled for attention, each shouting their joy of being alive. I was struck by unusual planting combinations, each placed with skill to highlight and complement the subtleties of the other. Yellow fennel paraded alongside purple buddleia, white sneezeweed picked out the pale base of magenta geranium petals, dark centred oranges were paired with dark foliage. 

 Between all these energetic colours is a moment of calm. The orchard, recently restored after the effects of time, and storms had taken their toll, was quiet and peaceful. Young fruit trees are accompanied by older twisted specimens, their branches adorned with ripening fruit and bracelets of mistletoe. A sea of long golden grasses shifts below, tall enough to allow tassel seed heads to be winnowed by lazy fingers. 

A bench provides an opportunity to rest and reflect, and enjoy the atmosphere. Butterflies flit along the mown paths, leading you back to the colourful world of the flower borders, the stalls and of course the house.

There is a tradition at Parham, of fresh flower arrangements in each and every room open to the public. 
All these flowers come from the gardens, which are managed organically with plants chosen to provide the most colour, structure, scent or character that a flower can, a system led by Head Gardener Tom Brown. 

Each arrangement is beautiful; full and varied, with care taken to ensure the colour scheme perfectly fits the display’s location. By bringing a little of the garden inside the house, each room is filled with life and scent, and linked back to the view through the window. 

It was these window-views that most caught my eye, as each window was large and let sunlight stream into the room. 
Beyond was a quintessentially English landscape, each angle offering a picturesque satisfaction to the eye. 

(Speaking of eyes, I could not help but notice that each portrait appeared to have perfected the art of letting its gaze follow you around the room. I suppose after years of hanging around they’ve had plenty of time to practice!)  

Back outside in the sunshine, I was able to meet and chat with Lady Emma Barnard who lives at Parham with her family. It was Lady Emma’s Great-Grandparents who first opened the house to the public in 1948. As one of the first private houses to open its doors, this was a brave and pioneering move by the Pearson family, one considered at very least ‘odd’ by many of their peers. Lady Emma explained how her Great Grandparents had fallen in love with the place and brought it, not to gain the prestige of owning an estate, but simply because it made them happy.  The main drive behind the public opening, was a desire to share what they loved with other people, and that spirit continues today at Parham, through the efforts of Lady Emma. Wherever you go in the gardens, or in the house, it feels like a family home. Parham has a unique charm, partly due to being lived in and not a museum, partly to its timelessness, but mostly due to the feeling that a lot of love has been poured into every corner, petal and stone over the years. It is a happy place; not a place that makes you feel happy, but is happy.

As I left, the event was still bustling. I never made it to the tiny church to the south of the house, or to gaze over the lake in the pleasure grounds. I heard that on Sundays cricket matches play out on the pitch in the meadowland beyond the house. I get the impression that with these few hot summer hours, I may have only scratched the surface of what this House, Gardens and wider estate has to offer. A slow, long winding drive through the parkland prepared me to re-emerge into the outside world again, but I think perhaps I will carry a little of the Parham spirit with me. Until the next time I turn into that white gateway and follow the winding driveway down the hill, into one of the best-kept secrets of West Sussex.

Tom Brown (left), Joe Swift (Right Centre) and Lady Emma Barnard (right) with myself

To find out more about this quintessential English country house and its history, 
visit the Parham House and Garden website:
Parham House and Gardens is open to the public: every Sunday & Bank Holiday Monday in April and October, and from May to September on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday and Bank Holidays.
You can now even keep up to date on social media: twitter @Parhaminsussex and

The next event is Sunday 17th August – Grow Your Own Festival