All Horts – A very jolly Jolly


An All Horts day out at Marwood Hill Gardens, yipppeeee!  Hosted by yours truly, gulp.  This wonderful garden is located in the badlands of North Devon, with its fearful reputation, and I fretted that the turn out would be meagre.   In an attempt to boost numbers and to give the illusion that I was popular, I paid some resting “actors” to come in disguise as my employers and friends.  A fine pair of Shakespearean actors posed as Lord and Lady Mantle.  In Stratford* they still talk of their sensitive interpretation of Romeo and Juliet.  The role of Max’s Dads was carried off with great aplomb by a fire eating, plate spinning, Harley Davidson riding duo, filling in before the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.  I am certain no one would have guessed that Torrington Tina was in fact a Tina Turner tribute act, although I am sure I spotted her practising Nutbush City Limits behind the rhododendrons.  The Edible Ilfracombe gals are usually to found performing the Can Can at the Windmill Theatre, Barnstaple and my other half was ably played by a famous industry** stunt man whose groin strain meant he was available for hire last weekend.

I was also concerned that some may have been put off by my promise of frolics and fun.  This was a wild promise and one I regretted for fear of attracting the wrong kind of visitor.  As it was they came anyway.  Not the wrong sort, the right ones. The usual suspects turned up, on time and full of enthusiasm.  Moo, Didcot Dave, Mr and Mrs Duck, Madame Admin, Hero, the Kernow Kid.   All present and correct. Like a horticultural army we marched from car park to entrance to demand cheap entrance fee.  We were unstoppable.  Until approximately one minute later when we reached the tea room.  Then we stopped and chatted and drank tea and peeked at the garden and fidgeted and then, we were off ………

Round lakes, up hills (I know I didn’t reveal the hill bit previously), gawping, label reading, tree hugging, note taking, more chatting, much laughter, a little sitting.  There were ducklings, champion trees, candelabra primulas like fruit pastilles, a Persian carpet of astilbes, rogersia and inula, there were stewartia, pendulous cercidpyllum, wingnuts and cornus aplenty.

We meandered back up the hill (sorry it is North Devon) for a generous lunch at the wonderful tea room where we sat in the shade of a substantial Magnolia stellata.  A last look around, admiring herbaceous assortments in the walled garden and alpine beds, before winding our way to the Plant Centre.

Of course the visit to the Plant Centre was inevitable and some had succumbed to temptation before the others had reached its hallowed ground.  When this sweet shop of delights had had its fill, it spat us out with bags full of treasure and grins and excuses and tuts and head shakes, according to which person it belonged to.

Thank you everyone who came.  It was fun and there may even been some frolicking.  The sun shone and so did my heart.  It is a joy to spend time with like minded people.  Like minded but individual and all with something to contribute to the mix.  New friendships were made.  Old friendships reinforced.  Here is to next time.  Please make it if you can, you won’t regret it.

*East London pre Olympics
** the pasty tasting industry


17 thoughts on “All Horts – A very jolly Jolly

  1. A very lovely description of your garden shenanigans.Am most envious and wish I could have joined you.
    Off the edge you may be and lighthearted with it.Great

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  2. Brilliant start to my morning….you make me giggle out loud. Wish I lived nearer it all sounds so infectious in a healthy way. …..and I still say you should be putting all this in a book. Sue x


  3. A very fine day it was too. Except that it’s a long way back to the car park dragging a trolley load of plants. And a slight navigational misfunction which meant that Mr Duck had to run ahead to ensure that we were dragging said trolley in the right direction. No matter, I shall know for next time 🙂

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  4. Some tribute act, I always get the words wrong! I have been singing ‘Knutsford City Limits’ , I obviously lived for too many years ‘oop north.
    Truly it was a glorious day out, lovely people, thank you for the organising and here’s to the next one.

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