Anglesey Abbey is well known
for its winter garden. It is one of the few gardens in the country that comes
into its own at this time of the year. The garden, laid out in the 1970s on land
that was formerly a mere belt of trees, takes visitors on a twisting serpentine
path.
Every turn reveals a new colour or fragrance – it’s a multi-sensory
experience, artfully curated by Anglesey’s
talented team of gardeners led by Richard Todd. The finale of the path is a
forest of silver birches– a fittingly breathtaking end to a magical garden
experience.
Fairhaven was the son of Urban Broughton MP, who also
purchased Runnymede in Surrey in order to save
it for the nation. Magna Carta and the famous meadow where it was agreed are remembered
in the collections on show at Anglesey – a reminder
of the symbolic importance that the document held for Anglo-American families
in particular.
On a visit to Anglesey this week, I discovered a new word – galathophile.
It refers to collectors of snowdrops, which are having a particularly good
season at Anglesey this year. I had not
realised quite how varied snowdrops were until my visit. Richard explained to
me that there are 20 species of the bulb, but that through cross-pollination
there are very many more hybrids and variants. Some of these are indigenous to Anglesey. Specimens are kept in secret dells in the garden,
off the visitor route and away from the predations of any wandering
galanthophile. Some bulbs apparently change hands for significant amounts of
money – but you need to know what you are looking for.
Another quirky secret was
this window, in the library – with graffiti left by various members of another family
with close links to the Fairhavens.
The Queen Was Here |
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