T H E W A L L E D N U R S E R Y
At the end of June, I spent a long weekend in Sussex. From Thursday to Sunday, I stayed in Brighton, commuted to a small hamlet near Lewes and styled my first professional wedding. It’s certainly not what I expected to be doing a year after I pushed my tiny Squarespace site out into the public domain!
That said, I’m not sure what I had expected. Perhaps a wedding or two in Cornwall? If that. I certainly didn’t expect to be over 300 miles away, setting up tablescapes and 170 place settings for a 5-course gourmet meal! I was thinking things would start small and grow if I was lucky. Not kick off with trees in a church, a bell tent village and a wedding day that spanned over an orchard, Mediterranean courtyard and old cider press. It was surreal – also quite stressful at times – but generally amazing in a completely how-did-I-get-here kind of way.
During my stay, I had an afternoon off. Which in the intensity of travelling across the country, to work a rather large wedding, in some of the hottest days of the year, came as a very welcome break. That afternoon I took myself off to The Walled Nursery near Hawkhurst. And decided I was entitled to a hearty slice of cake for lunch. There I explored the glasshouses, befriended a resident cat and generally messed about with my camera. Afterwards (and after sitting in the shade until I thought I could face my car again) I headed over to Sissinghurst Castle Garden, which is only a 20-minute drive away.
As someone who was both a writer and a gardener, Vita Sackville-West has long been someone of interest and intrigue to me. Someone with whom I feel a completely unjustified sense of affinity. And walking around her gardens and visiting her writing room (somewhat sleep-deprived and over-heated) I felt heady and joyous, inspired and almost euphoric. To be strolling, all alone, in the garden of England, with the sun on my face and unexplored earth beneath my feet. I shed a few tears.
Living in Cornwall I thought I’d lost all panging desires to travel or go on holiday. But in those lovely languid hours, I felt I might perhaps be tempted. Especially tempted to travel alone. Not for very long. Four days away from Matt was quite enough! But it turns out I find my own company quite lovely. And being able to indulge in aimless wanders and cake for lunch was a kind of heaven. And the company of a fluffy garden cat wasn’t too bad either!
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