Flower Show 2008
No Common or Garden Show.
For 5 glorious days in summer, Tatton Park plays host to the RHS
Flower Show, and, like thousands of others, I wouldn’t miss
it for the world. I read somewhere that a garden is a friend you
can visit anytime and going to The Flower Show is like having friends
in high places.
Girl About Town
This year we were in need of some sunshine, and found it here in
abundance. The rain didn’t matter. Wellies are in anyway,
thanks to Kate Moss, and there’s nothing we British like
better than braving the elements for a day out.
Personally, I love the orderly queues and the trek to the loos.
I love the temptation of a fresh pork baguette, the politics of
bagging a seat and the outrageous price of coffee. I always spend
too long in the Country Living tent and make mental notes to come
back and buy things, but then don’t.
Mostly I go to be totally blown away by the creativity, skill and
passion that turn a deer-sprinkled field in Tatton into a world
where everything is in perfect bloom and dreams become reality.
I’m in awe of the skill, planning and dedication of the people
who conjure up rivers, build hills and lay mossy pathways that
look as if they’ve been there for ever.
My favourites are
the back-to-back gardens where you take a mini world-tour and step
smoothly from a Tuscan courtyard to a woodland in Cumbria.
Then there are the show gardens where contemporary imagination
meets traditional craft and the flower beds where our local authorities
and colleges rise to the challenge and surpass all expectations.
How can they re-create entire battle scenes in flowers when it’s
hard enough just putting them in a vase?
I also go to be inspired. I want the chocolate brown blooms that
look amazing against lime-green foliage. I want my garden to be
a haven for wildlife and herbal remedies. I want a water feature,
what The Flower Show is all about. Dreaming and achieving. Endeavour
made manifest. A celebration of nature’s beauty
and man’s ability displayed for all to applaud.
I hope you went.
Numbers were down this year. Perhaps it was the weather. The event
should be marked in glorious colour on your calendar. Go to honour
the British-ness of gardening. Celebrate endeavour and achievement
and all things floral. And be proud that it happens right here