Series which explores four iconic British gardens, from Christopher Lloyd's Arts and Craft Great Dixter to Georgian Stowe and from Victorian Biddulph Grange to the quintessentially English Nyman's.
Emma Townshend: British Gardens in Time - oh, BBC, what do you think you're doing?
EMMA TOWNSHEND Sunday 06 April 2014 / http://www.independent.co.uk/property/gardening/emma-townshend-british-gardens-in-time--oh-bbc-what-do-you-think-youre-doing-9235912.html
I don't know whether the BBC was specifically trying to start a squabble, but last week it defo did so. Forget the very mild controversy over
Street or that tiny bit of gossip you may have
heard about Strictly's Susannah leaving her husband: this is the big one. Yep,
if you want to get the nation really ranting, you know what you need to do?
Kick off a row about the best gardens in . Britain
In particular, you need to commission a big series called
in Time, with
nice presenters such as designer Chris Beardshaw and acclaimed garden historian
Andrea Wulf; and then include only FOUR gardens. All of which are ENGLISH. And
none of which is further north than junction 17 of the M6. (That's British
Gardens Crewe, for crying out loud.)
The series begins on BBC4 on Tuesday with Stowe, an elegant, huge and leg-knackering landscape very handily located for Silverstone race track. Stowe is also, once you start to look into the history, a singularly argumentative garden. Despite all the apparent Arcadian ease, Lord Cobham, the 18th-century landowner, created most of it during a period of political exile after falling out with Whig prime minister Robert Walpole.
Far from trying to distract himself from his worklife woes, Cobham went all out to make a garden that had a massive go at
Walpole, with a " "
to hammer home the point about good and bad government. Seldom has a rolling
landscape had so much bitter political venom put into it. And the result is
superb. Temple of British Worthies
If you like this kind of thing, you must get the series' accompanying book, written by distinguished garden historian Katie Campbell.
treads a nice line between juicy facts and the aesthetic qualities of the
gardens. I adore her description of Jane Austen-ish tourists turning up in
carriages, buying guidebooks and filling up the local inns, while commendably
tipping the head gardener. Campbell
The Beeb's most intriguing inclusion is Biddulph Grange, a Victorian garden near
that sort of has to be seen to be believed. The garden's maker was James
Bateman, son of a businessman father who'd been "unscrupulous but
extremely successful", according to .
Shadily accumulated cash funded an orchid habit that began before James had
even finished university; and later, a properly crazy garden with a tomb-like
Egyptian garden, scarlet Chinese bridge, and stupendously likeable, er, thing
built entirely out of tree stumps (apparently they were all the rage in
Victorian times). Campbell
The series winds up with two great English gardens. Nymans is in
West Sussex, and I've
never really fallen in love with it, though I understand it is technically
possible to do so.
calls it "the most exquisite Edwardian retreat of all", though here,
my argumentative side starts to rear its head. Why not include Arts and Crafts
Standen or tumbling-bordered Gravetye instead? (And that's just in Campbell .) If we
are being completely obvious, where are Sussex 's most famous gardens
internationally: Hidcote, Sissinghurst? Britain
And if we're being more devolved in our thinking, where are the Edwardian gardens of Yorkshire, Derybshire or the
Lake District? Bodnant, the Edwardian jewel of North
Wales; Mount Stuart,
on the Isle of Bute, just 90 minutes from ?
I felt annoyed for all of these head gardeners, once more ignored. Glasgow
But in the end, the series finishes exactly where I'd have picked myself: Great Dixter, for my money (£8.80 admission, if you were wondering) is the best garden on our island. Christopher Lloyd, its maker, and his admirable successor Fergus Garrett offer a changing spectacle of flowery loveliness in an underpinning structure of perfectly balanced weight. And for once, I'm brooking no argument.