Sunday, 6 May 2012
Visitors and the Himalayan Garden.
Sorry about the gap in blogging but I have had friends staying since Friday.
On Friday evening they took the farmer and I out for a meal to a local pub - Crayfish and Apple salad (delicious) followed by spinach and spring onion and blue cheese risotto for me - super dinner.
Yesterday our guests went to the Wensley Food Festival in the morning and then in the afternoon
(after they had eaten an ostrich burger at the Food Festival) they and the farmer went to the Himalayan Garden and I thought you would be interested in both the concept and the photographs
In the late 1990's a hotelier called Peter Roberts retired and bought a property on the edge of the Dales in a village called Grewelthorpe. Somebody looking at his twenty acre garden - completely unworked - told him that it was an ideal spot for growing plants from the Himalayas. Thus an idea was born in the mind of a man who knew nothing at all about gardening.
It only opens from March to June but the rest of the year the gardeners who work there, tend, plant, take cuttings and send plants and buy plants to make for a better garden the next year.
Seeds are collected from plants growing in their native lands - lands like Nepal, India - and are then sown and germinated here in the gardens. Resulting plants are either planted out in the Himalayan garden or sold through the nursery, which is a thriving one.
There are plenty of species rhododendrons and they are quickly bought by collectors who have both the expertise and also the right conditions for growing them on.
In addition each year Peter Roberts commissions local artists and sculptors to add works of art to the setting - many of these are for sale.
I wish I could go too - I have been many times in the past - but these days my ankle and my arthritic knees do not care for the steps and the steep slopes. But the farmer took the camera with him and I thought I would share some of his photographs with you today. Enjoy, while I wash the sheets from my visitors visit and peg them out on the line on a bitterly cold but sunny day to dry and to smell of the fresh air!