|looking out onto the front lawns from the walled garden|
|white tip butterfly in the hot bed|
One day Jack asked me to help him remove a hive of bees from a lovely old hunting lodge in Tipperary. I was foolish enough to go with him, forgetting that Jack is always secretly plotting and planning. By the end of the day I had helped Jack, gotten a tour of the gardens from Noel and somehow agreed to a job working there as the third in line to the gardening throne!
|Charles with weeding bucket in hand off to work in the sunken garden|
King of the garden was undisputedly Charles. He was old, banjaxed, cantankerous and absolutely brilliant. I think he enjoyed bossing me around and pointing out my appaling lack of knowledge and experience.
Despite all the giving out I learned so much from him and we had some funny moments together. He was an old codger but there was still a gleam in his eye!
I spent 6 months on what I like to call my weeding apprentiship. Apparently I didnt know how to weed correctly when I arrived. I can still hear him in my head when I'm weeding telling me to get it right out! and I'm still paranoid about the position of the weeding bucket. Which is kind of funny because now I see some of my new recruits out weeding and say to myself "Christ! they are hopeless, they cant even weed properly!!!
|Verbascum in the hot bed|
|the old glasshouse lost so many panes that Noel used to say on a wet day it was drier outside|
|how did I get any work done with sights like this?|