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July 4, 2015 ⋅ 0 Comments

It was a baking hot day on Wednesday but I was armed with frozen bottles of water, sunscreen and a hat… Hampton Court always delivers, so much space to move  around, it doesn’t ever feel as rammed as Chelsea. Only two gold medals for the show garden category at  this year! I am pretty sure that is what Monty said….need to check that…yep, that is right…so a big green thumbs up to Green Seam and MacMillan gardens. The gardens look so much better in ‘real life’….as if a show garden can ever be called ‘real life’……but in this case it can….at least one is  being re located. What a great feeling that must be!

The Green Seam garden was described by the judges as a ‘showstopper with a unique and moving story’. The coal wall glistened in the sun as it cut across the space and the use of the mine shaft lift structure as a feature is genius. The green and pink planting colonises the damaged landscape creating something quite beautiful.



 As an ex Hadlow student I think ‘hurrah ‘…..at last the the college is being planted  squarely in the public consciousness….and about time, it’s a great place to study. 

The MacMillan garden felt cool and sophisticated, designed as a community space to attach to a MacMillan centre…..gorgeous.

image I love the work that Nigel Dunnet is doing and the huge ‘Greening of Grey Britain’  is inspired, we can all heed the message rejuvenate our urban spaces.

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The concept gardens were challenging  and provocative but I agreed with the judges ‘best in category’ choice, groynes  and henges, restrained planting and a purely artistic interpretation…what’s not to like!


All the gardens have something to offer, The Circle of Life (BigFish) afforded different views on planting,

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and the Secret Garden Party offers a plethora of possibilities!


I finally  wilted at about five, the relentless heat got the better of me….that and the serious flannel envy I felt in the cafe as the organised ladies opposite me whipped frozen flannels out of their cool bag meant it was time to go home.