The Nerines are coming through now from the garden. This week I had the charming company of a grower and arranger from Switzerland for a private class. I was praying Anouchka and the Nerines would coincide because they feel like the ultimate autumnal treat to pass on.
Jess Elliott Dennison
A few years ago I listened to this podcast and later bought Tin Can Magic, Jess’s first cookbook, then her second, then her third. I followed her on Instagram and always found the dispatches from her cafe and later studio in Edinburgh inspiring because they struck me as so personal
Pyrus Botanicals
Enclosed by high walls, Fiona Inglis of PYRUS has curated a growing space where every variety is chosen and cherished. At this time of the year the apple trees are smothered with fruit and the roses draped with necklaces of nasturtium, their vibrant petals streaked with…
Giardino di Ninfa
A wet and wild July
Midsummer
The month of May
The April dance
Marching on
Spring. The verb ‘to spring’ from the Middle English sprygen - ‘to burst or flow forth, to sprout, to emerge, to happen, to become known’. As a noun, from Middle English spryng (“a wellspring, tide, branch, sunrise, kind of dance or blow, ulcer, snare, flock”), from Old English spring (“wellspring, ulcer”)
September weddings
West Horsley Place
Holland Park Orangery
Spring at Somerset House
The Savile Club
Les Confines, Provence
Les Confines is a beautiful Provencal house with incredible gardens to get lost in. The temperature rocketed the week of the wedding and the surrounding landscape of orchards and olive groves was unusally dry for May, fields of pale swaying oats rimmed by swathes of bright field poppies.
Tulips galore
For this spring wedding at the Savile Club in Mayfair we cut lots of double tulips - pale pink ‘Angelique’, creamy yellow ‘Avant Garde’ and honey-hued ‘Copper Image’. Our footed centrepieces are designed to be seen from all angles and take centre stage…
Kew Gardens
Battersea Arts Centre
Savile Club, Mayfair
North Norfolk Coast
A few snapshots from a recent weekend spent on the Norfolk coastline, stretching the legs and widening the eyes - vast pebble-blue skies stretching above the scratchy dune grasses on Holkham beach, watery sunshine through yellowing leaves and forests of pine, terracotta tiles and rust-brown reed beds rustling in the wind beneath the windmill at Cley.