On a beautiful warm evening in August we had a magical evening with my son, Bertie and his delightful partner Betty who is a very talented artist. She drew the picture of me pushing Pip in the wheelbarrow which I use as a gravatar image. She also created the picture of me worshipping snowdrops for my snowdrop posts. The Beastie in my ‘Something funny in the woodshed’ post was hers too. She has promised me more pictures for my blog for which I am very grateful. She is so talented and she makes me look so young when she draws a picture of me. Thank you Betty.
Bertie and Betty are not their real names, but for some reason best known to themselves these are the names they use for their work. These two lovely people are clever, funny and incredibly creative. They are also quite mad but this is part of their charm. You never quite know what they will do next. Of course these people don’ t live in an ordinary house like other people. They live on a converted Thames sugar lighter moored on a beautiful river in Suffolk. This is the view from their boat.
Living on a boat doesn’ t mean that they don’ t have a garden. Far from it. They have created a wonderful jetty garden with everything growing in pots. My son is as bad as me for acquiring yet more and more plants. I am impressed at his greenfingers because everything looks so healthy. Betty too loves her garden.
They have lots of dramatic foliage with huge tree ferns and bamboos. They have Acers and Fatsia japonica with lovely foliage. Their hostas are bigger and healthier than any I have seen anywhere.
I love the Hydrangea paniculata ‘ Limelight’ in front of Hosta ‘ Sum and Substance’.
They have fruit trees including apples and a fig. They even have a Magnolia’ Susan’ which is a very good choice. Most of the impact comes from the lovely green foliage plants but they have flowers too.
As darkness fell my son lit the fire so that we could linger outside and put the world to rights in the lovely sitting area. Last time we went there was even an old fashioned standard lamp out here and a beautiful rug.
Little lights came on and the garden looked like fairyland.
We were sad to go home at the end of the evening. But it is always interesting walking past Betty’ s shed. As I said she is an artist but she is also a beachcomber and a magpie and she always collects weird and wonderful objects.
And off we went down the passage and into the darkness of the wood. One last look back into the magical garden.