Sunday, July 25, 2010
London
On a day that was tailor-made for exploring gardens, I set off for Wisley Royal Gardens…but not before I attended 8.00 am Holy Communion service at St. Paul’s Cathedral with Aidan Colclough, son of mine host, Michael, Bishop of Kensington and his wife Cynthia. Another feeling of deja-vu gripped me again as it was at precisely this service, two years ago, that I had first met Michael and Cynthia who have grown to become such close family friends. The ways of the Lord are mysterious–especially in the manner in which He brought such fabulous people into my life while I lived in London.
After a hearty oatmeal breakfast, I caught the Central Line Tube from St. Paul’s Station to Northholt (the compartments were packed–where was everyone going so early on a Sunday morning?). I’d made plans to hook up with my friend Bash. His funky little silver Suzuki was parked near at hand and off we whizzed to Wisley Royal Gardens which are tucked away in a corner of Surrey close to Woking in a place called Ripley. How great it was to see him again! I’d met him at the tail-end of my year in London but had hit it off with him immediately and not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I’d gladly taken him up on his offer to drive me around to places I wanted to see on my present visit. Besides, he’d never been to Wisley himself (not a very macho thing for a single man to do, he informed me) which made it worth his while.
At 9. 50 pounds entry fee for perusing a garden that goes on for what seems like miles, it was the best bang for its buck, he opined. At the very full parking lot, we realized that loads of people had beaten us to it and intended to spend, what shaped into a gorgeous day, literally smelling the roses. Wisley is well beloved of the local Surrey country folks who seem to spend every summer weekend in its verdant midst.
Bash and I spent the next few hours surveying the vast property which has been brilliantly landscaped to feature a variety of gardens–a Rock Garden, a Rose Garden, an Italianate Garden with a Loggia, an Islamic-style Genaralife garden as seen in Granada, a Cottage Garden, a Cactus and Succulent Garden, a Zen Garden, extensive glass houses or conservatories, a Tropical garden reminiscent of the ones found inside the bio domes of the Eden Project that I’d visited in Cornwall, dozens of herbaceous borders punctuated with striking statuary, sculpture, sun dials and other ornamentation that one finds sprinkled liberally around the gardens of England.
We stopped frequently–to partake of a picnic lunch I’d fixed of smoked ham, Wensleydale Cheese with ginger and apple sandwiches using Waitrose’s excellent walnut bread and fresh apples. We paused for a tea break when we sipped excellent cuppas served in metal teapots as only the English can do and slices of Coffee and Walnut Cake, or simply to rest our feet in shrouded bowers and on shady benches. Even someone like Bash who describes himself as having “brown fingers” enjoyed the romps so very much that he has threatened to bring his sister Zack to the garden the next time she visits London from Lancaster. For those who have never been to this place, it is the last word in serenity and I honestly couldn’t think of a better way to pass a Sunday in summer if I’d put on my thinking cap and wracked my brain for hours! So get you to its website, pronto! And start eating your heart out.
When we’d had our fill of gardens, we drive to Southall, London’s Little India, where we had a nice stroll together along its main artery past shops selling Punjabi ‘suits’, 22 carat Indian gold jewelry, sticky sweetmeats, halal meat, every condiment that the Indian sub-continent produces and packages, mangoes galore ( I bought a box of Indian ‘dusseries’ for Cynthia who adores them), restaurants up the wazoo…it was like walking in Delhi’s Chandni Chowk, only cleaner! I could easily have settled for a meal in Gifto’s Lahori Karahi, but Bash suggested a place called Barrish in Harrow, close to Wembley. So off we went and in a few minutes, we were in another part of London frequented by folks from the Indian sub-continent (desis).
Our dinner was very delicious indeed if rather a noisy experience as the place was taken over by a large post-wedding party of boisterous middle-aged males who’d gathered in London from the US, Canada and India. I ate some really interesting Indian dishes such as Chilli Paneer, Virgin (yes, you read that right!) Chicken and King Prawn Masala which we washed down with Bulmer’s Cider. I haven’t yet managed to find Perry (pear cider–which few bars seem to stock) but I will come upon it before I leave.
It was a little before 11.oo pm when Bash dropped me home to Amen Corner and I realized as he departed that I’d left my box of mangoes in his car…shall pick them up from him tomorrow as we are off for the day to Oxfordshire.
I felt exhausted by the time I hit the bed but had to download my pictures from my camera or I will have no room for any more pictures of the Hidcote Manor Gardens near Oxford that I plan to see.
I am so glad that Bash is in cahoots with me in getting “every box ticked,” as he puts it, on my To-Do List. So nice to have a partner in crime!