It was preview day at the Hampton Court Flower Show today, which was the signal for the heatwave to evaporate and the stormclouds to gather over the Thames. While this adjustment was taking place, it was alternately rainy and sunny, so those of us who had been prudent enough to take coats found ourselves doing a kind of hokey-cokey. You put your raincoat on, you take your raincoat off, you put your raincoat on and you shake off all the drops. Etcetera.
I don't know whether it was my imagination but there seemed to be less on show and fewer people around. However, the essence of Hampton Court - that wonderful mix of interesting plants, cutting-edge gardens and endless shopping opportunities - remained undiminished. And while I didn't bump into that many people I knew, I enjoyed the sight of lots of primary school children walking two by two and taking part in activities that ranged from gardening to creating Tudor scarecrows.
Hampton Court is a big showground and sprawls across 33 acres. There's plenty of room to spread out, but it also takes its toll on your feet. I find it quite easy to spend four hours there and yet come away feeling I might have missed a bit.
Oh, and please don't be jealous because I was there on press day. Once the exhibitors have finished setting up, they all disappear, so there's no one to buy anything from. This was particularly frustrating on the Cheshire-based heuchera nursery Plantagogo stand, where I would have bought dozens of plants had there been anyone to give the money to. Perhaps it's just as well there wasn't...
Anyway, here are the things that caught my eye, in no particular order.
... and these disas reminded me of Diana, at Elephants Eye, who has promised to write a post about these South African natives.
OK, let's take a quick look at the conceptual gardens. This is called 'It's Hard To See', designed by Rebecca Butterworth, Victoria Pustygina and Ludovica Ginanneschi. Apparently, it represents 'the beauty and benefit of inner-growth and self-reflection in contrast to the artificial values of consumerorientated society'. I thought it was great - it's easy to walk past it, until your eye is suddenly caught by the subterranean planting.
The Quilted Velvet Garden by Tony Smith. I haven't been a huge fan in the past - it's not that I hate conceptual gardens, it's just that his designs don't do a lot for me on any level, whether aesthetic, emotional or horticultural. But I did rather warm to this one, perhaps because it's more organic and less formal than his usual style. The palisade-type structures are of green oak, while what looks like bedding is actually oak seedlings, interspersed with purple heather. The logs give a kind of contradictory sense of movement and permanence, which I thought was rather clever. Though it was difficult not to snigger when you remember that this is sponsored by a brand of lavatory paper.
And finally, as the newscasters say, here's a silly picture of a very silly exhibit, entitled the Hanging Bra-skets. I seem to remember Martyn Cox harrumphing about this when the RHS appealed for donations of old underwear to create it. It brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'underwear as outerwear'. I'm dying to know what Martyn thought of it. Will there be a storm in a D cup?