Britta's Letters from her life divided between city-life in German's capital Berlin and life in a Bavarian village

Thursday, 6 June 2013

Digging up Time - the London Garden Museum

 NO - I DON'T want your guesses what this may be:

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This indespensable Cucumber Straighter was developed around 1850 -  on one of their many holidays working assignments the agricultural ministers of the EU must have been here, and impressed created a new norm for the straight cucumber - you remember it? Sadly it was abolished - but there is hope that another backbencher will dig out the old joke useful norm again... Till then I'll have to drink my Pimm's No. 1 with crooked cucumbers - nothing is perfect... 
You see: I spent part of yesterday in The Garden Museum near Lambeth Palace. Once it had been a church, as you still can see:

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It has a beautiful little walled garden with a knot-garden, designed by the Dowager Marchioness of Salisbury after her famous knot garden in Hatfield House. (I was there at noon - that's why I won't show you a photo - they look like spinach). The border outside was done by the garden-designer Dan Pearson ("The Green-fuse"):

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The museum has an excellent cafeteria with wonderful and unexpensive vegetarian food (they use goat cheese etc) - and is really worth a visit! www.gardenmuseum.org.uk
I talked a lot with the helpful volunteers, and promised that I will keep my eyes open for another ingenious device that the Victorians had developed (at first they thought I was joking - I could only convince them of my solemn sincerity by pointing at the cucumber straighter):
little appliances made out of wire, like a muzzle, that were bound around the mouth of guineas pigs - and allowed them to nibble the grass on the lawn to one exactly even size. No need for these noise-makers:

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What made me a bit pensive and musing was how practical the English are - you have to look hard to see how the cycle of life works everywhere, and sometimes nearer as one thinks: Between the composters you see a venerable tomb.

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2 comments:

  1. I know Dan Pearson, Britta (not very well - I met him once or twice), he used to be a boyfriend of a girlfriend of mine. Is that enough name-dropping now?

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  2. Wow, I'm impressed, really - I only know his book (well, and the 'practise' in front of that church).

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