Books – Roy Lancaster, East Anglia and other locations



Teetering piles by the bed.

I usually have several books on the go at once and each one has its place. The Bath book stays in the bathroom, it needs to be a paperback, preferably second-hand, because it will get wrinkly. Kate Atkinson, Will Cohu, Sebastian Barry, Dervla Murphy and Philippa Gregory have all joined me in the bath at some point. The Car/Train book is separate but similar as it needs to be stuffed into a handbag or a glove compartment.

The teetering and increasingly dusty pile by my bedside is a bit more eclectic in subject and format – there’s a backlog because unless the book is really gripping I fall asleep after only a few pages. Recently I have been dropping Christopher Lloyd’s The Well-Chosen Garden on my nose. I only ever met “Christo” once, at the time his weighty Garden Flowers was my bedside book and he laughed at the idea of my doggedly reading through it at great personal risk.

Roy Lancaster

Roy Lancaster at the Cotswold Wildlife Park and Gardens

When selecting the next bedtime read I normally alternate gardening with either fiction, history or nature writing but this week I am making an exception by following Christopher Lloyd with Roy Lancaster’s My Life with Plants. I have seen Roy speak many times and have had the pleasure of meeting him on a few occasions. He’s always worth listening to. I once saw him give a talk about Bhutan so full of passion for plants and love for the country, its people and flora that his were not the only eyes glistening with tears by the end. I met him most recently when he came to The Cotswold Wildlife Park to speak and kindly agreed to join members of the AllHorts FB group there for a walk-and-talk in the gardens with us and Tim Miles the Head Gardener.

We hung on his every word – you just have to point him at a plant and out come wonderful stories about its origins, its uses, the people who introduced it to the UK, seeing it in the wild… Roy is the king of the horticultural anecdote, so enthusiastic and full of fun – the stream of information about plants was only interrupted by turning to wave at the children passing on the little train which runs round the park. He wanted to be an engine driver when he was a nipper but horticulture was a more level-headed career choice.

The AllHorts gang with Roy

We all queued to buy his book and ask him to sign it because he is living proof that it can be a pleasure to meet your heroes. I have learned over the years that I always regret passing up an opportunity to get a book signed, even though you can feel like a bit of a twit for asking. My Life with Plants is so far just as I had hoped, warm, humorous and full of botanical detail. You can hear Roy’s voice. It turns out that I am reading it in the week of Roy’s 80th birthday, the event this memoir was intended to mark. Happy Birthday!

Secret Gardens of East Anglia

Secret Gardens of East Anglia in the garden room, awaiting the next cup of coffee

Meanwhile downstairs I have a Kitchen Table book, which sometimes ends up in the garden room (sounds posh but it’s a glorified porch) because it’s lighter there. At the moment there is no KT book because the tables have been covered in plants. I’m sure many of you have the same problem.  Anyway, the KT book is usually a garden book because so many of them are vast, so heavy that reading them in bed is definitely inviting serious injury. I was sent a review copy of Secret Gardens of East Anglia a while ago and it turned out to be the perfect KT book, not so huge that it gets in the way of my coffee but big enough to lie open comfortably. I was delighted to be given this book because it was one I genuinely wanted to read, written by Barbara Segall, with insightful photographs by Marcus Harpur, who sadly died this year, a great loss to the celebration of gardens and to the horticultural community generally.

I only ever met Marcus once, at the Garden Media Guild awards (GMGs), I was relatively new to the world of garden media, terrified and consequently a little too drunk, the room was also deafening. I failed to have a proper conversation with him. The wonderful thing about social media, however, is that when you’re feeling brave enough you can speak to the people whose work you admire and even tell them so – something you should do, even if you risk sounding like a creep. I did this when I saw the cover of Secret Gardens of East Anglia on Twitter and his reply was characteristically modest, giving all credit to the creators of the gardens. I’m glad I spoke up because he was gone not long afterwards. I was also glad to see that he was posthumously awarded the Book Photographer of the Year Award at this year’s GMGs.

Secret Gardens of East Anglia

Marcus Harpur’s photographs capture the differing characters of the many gardens

I bump into Barbara Segall at the odd horticultural event, she is the kind of person who puts you at ease immediately. Knowing her friendly and perceptive nature I was not surprised to find that she got quickly into the essence of each of the gardens in her book, gleaning details about the development and ongoing management of the gardens which satisfy people like me who don’t just want to know what the place looks like. Don’t buy this expecting sharp garden criticism, it’s more of an amiable stroll with the owners and often their gardeners too – the best way to meet a garden for the first time, I think. The chapters are roughly the size of a magazine article, which makes it an ideal breakfast time book. I let myself read one chapter per breakfast so it took about three weeks. As the title implies, the gardens are not the usual suspects, and they aren’t ALL the kind of garden where problems with an awkward driveway are solved by buying a few more acres…

Ulting Wick

Just a small part of Philippa Burrough’s splendid planting at Ulting Wick in Essex

I don’t get to that side of the country very often but this has made me determined to have an expedition next year. I know the glories of  Ulting Wick well and have seen the amazing wisteria at Wickham Place Farm, I have peered wistfully through the gate at Hemingford Grey and East Ruston Old Vicarage has been on my Must Visit List for a long time but there is so much more, at least 18 more gardens according to this book, and all their contact details are usefully listed at the end.

Hemingford Grey

Peering wistfully through Chimonanthus praecox at the famous Hemingford Grey topiary. One day I’ll visit properly.

Gardening books

My gardening books. Together at last.

My husband Chris and I used to share a room of our house as a sort of study/library but now that our boys have left home I have colonised a little room upstairs and left the original room to Chris. This makes us both happier because he is tidy and systematic and I am… not. My room is a little nest of scattered papers, pinned up postcards and dog-eared exercise books. It is still painted red orange and yellow, the colours chosen years ago by a seven year old. The walls are scarred by blu-tack but I like it as it is. Now my gardening books are relatively tidy (it won’t last) and all together for the first time. The Gardens of East Anglia are snug between The Irish Garden (Jane Powers) and Great Gardens of London (Victoria Summerley). Soon Roy Lancaster will be cheek by jowl with Christopher Lloyd and Beth Chatto.

As I look at their spines I feel no guilt about the unread majority, I just see potential, and the certainty that I need never be bored. Many are by people I have met or hope to meet, which all adds to the pleasure and I refuse to be cool about it!


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  1. Enjoyed your delightful post… as usual : ) Like you, have a rather wobbly, always growing pile of ‘yet-to-reads’ including Mr. Lancaster’s fascinating tome… a very kind friend got it for me, and even inscribed! ; ) Also agree, it is a wonderful thing to be able to be in contact a little with people whose work one admires on social media, though as you say, the ‘creepy’ element lurks…Sounds like there may be an E. Anglian road trip in your schedule next year…#roadtrip : ) xx


    • Hi Jo! I really should read the pile in strict order of arrival but a big part of the pleasure and privilege of having lots of books is deciding what to read next.
      As for admiration, well Garrison Keillor said in one of his books that if you like someone’s work don’t feel silly letting them know, you are doing them a favour even if you think they must have heard it all before. Not long after reading that I saw Garrison Keillor in a gallery and did I summon the nerve to speak to him? Of course I didn’t! I’ve been trying to make up for that ever since.

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      • Totally agree, about logical order of books-to-be-read (it won’t happen though ; ), and also letting those whose work we admire know… Social media has really made it much more possible to directly do so, but, like you, sometimes avoid for reasons of sheer awkwardness and the minefield of potential pitfalls.. Am trying to reform though… x


  2. Enjoyed reading this, Harriet. Not quite sure why I haven’t subscribed previously, probably because I always expected to click through via a tweet or FB. Have taken a step back from social media for the moment (my father has just died) so when I saw the link I decided to subscribe to make sure I don’t miss any future posts of yours! I have another location to add to the mix: UK v France! Want to pick your brains in due course about the layout of your blog which is splendid …


    • Hi Sharon, glad to see you in this location! I’m so sorry to hear about your father though.
      I’m an erratic poster, so subscribing may be sensible, I admire people who blog regularly but as this is just a bit of fun for me I refuse to turn it into another job. I think we all need to step back from social media occasionally as it can all seem a bit overwhelming, and when important personal things happen it can be quite fatuous or even intrusive – so take your time x


  3. I really like your bit about on social media being able to suck up to famous people we admire without feeling too much of a creep (just a bit of one). I wouldn’t dare speak to them at a gathering but on SM I can put in my tuppence worth. Lovely blog Harriet,


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