The entrance to the garden was lined with silver birches and beneath dotted with toadstills, the type I have only seen illustrated in fairy tales. The red spotted toadstills Amanita muscaria looked so perfect that at first I really thought they were fake.
Wychwood is also a nursery and people were queuing up to buy plants. Nic Magnus was handing out samples of heritage apples and pears. The Elgaar cheese people sold their cheddar, yoghurt and haloumi and someone sold apple cider but an opportunity existed to sel apple pies, apple butter or other apple somethings….
Various sculptures were strategically placed through the garden, although one sculpture of a pear on a plinth was unexpectedly placed near the wood pile opposite the chicken pen. Along with sculptures, hedging here is an art form and planting was designed to lure you from one outdoor room to the next. We did walk down to Mole Creek at the perimeter of the property to see if we could spot the trout or the platypus said to live there but of course with all the chatter nearby a platypus was wise to be was nowhere close on that day.
Back at home I reached for the Rosehips & Crabapples book by Susan Irvine that my friend Barbara Heath left with me and found that Irvine had lived nearby and visited the garden from time to time to buy plants.
The magnificent property is for sale but the unprepossessing house may be letting the sale down as it seems to have been on the market for some time. And not to be underestimated is the whole legacy of keeping such a garden to the standard the owners have achieved.