I was meaning to do a post on Autumn in my garden... but then things got away from me and the photos languished. Having spent most of this past weekend in the garden, I thought I'd take photos of it in its current, skeletal and dormant Winter state... and record it for posterity before Spring hits in just a few short weeks.

So rewinding to Autumn, here is the back corner of the garden in the late afternoon sun, the Manchurian pears were starting to colour up and the perennial grasses were in their full glory waving gently in the wind before being cut back for Winter.

I love the textural contrast between the pencil pines and the grasses

The back veranda with Wisteria starting to get going across the wires on the posts, and another Perennial grass with Westringia balls beside it.

This was a few weeks later as the Forest Pansy in the back corner started to clothe itself in bright buttery yellow. 

It's full of buds now, and about to burst into tiny pink flowers - this was it last Spring.

 Truly the ornamental tree that keeps giving - I love how the heart shaped leaves change colour throughout Summer from dark Burgundy to green.

Early Summer last year

My roses along the Petanque court in Autumn, above, which I'd transplanted from the front garden. These are mainly David Austin's Heritage. Mixed in are bearded irises and ratty looking lambs ears (caterpillars galore) 

 The last of the Sweet Peas in Autumn, which I grew from Seed from the Diggers Club. They were white and looked as if the ruffled edges had been dipped in the palest of lilac watercolour paints. Sweet Peas remind me of my mother - she always grew them in her garden, and we'd have huge bunches inside when I was a child.

One of the project we've had done in the garden was fixing up the last of the front garden projects. When we finished the extension there was a small section of garden that was uncultivated (above) outside the children's Playroom windows. It had a Crabapple that we'd planted around 5 years ago, but aside from that I ignored it - it also had the Plant (as I call it), which contains the air conditioning units, the boiler, the hot water storage, the water softener, and the watering system control pad. None of it attractive, and it was all full of weeds.

 Finally we finished it off by paving with bluestone around the crabapple. This is sloped away from the house, and is keeping our cellar dryer (we have an original cellar, so it doesn't have a modern damp proof coursing, and when this area was unpaved and sloping toward the house, the water was draining down into the cellar keeping it fairly damp).

We also had a screen built with sliding doors for access to the plant. This is the view that my youngest child's bedroom looks out onto, so it's been much improved, and is actually a really nice area now.

I've also been busy planting more plants in the garden beds. There were some maples and camellias that I planted 5 years ago, but it's dry shade here (there is a large Liquidambar tree) and it's been tough getting other things to grow.

In the front garden I've done a big tidy up/ cut back over the past few months, and planted more things too.

Today I added some more Agave that I had left over, and added a couple more succulents which I snapped off the other plants and shoved in the soil. They'll send out roots fairly quickly as the ground is still so damp.

In the side garden it's all bare of the pear tree leaves, and the structure from the box hedges, virbunum topiary balls,  and the olive trees keeps it looking neat

Back to the back garden the structure plantings are really the only thing of interest at the moment. The hedges grew well last Summer, and they now prevent the garden from looking too bare when everything else is cut back.

I particularly like the planting up against the back veranda - the box balls, star jasmine ground cover and cycads contrast nicely to each other.

I've planted 25 more roses in my beds around the Petanque court. All David Austin, and a lot of pinks and reds- Brother Cadfael, Woolerton Old Hall, William Shakespeare, Munstead Wood... you'll be bombarded by rose photos in October, so be warned!

 And lastly, here is the Echium Giant that I grew from seed a couple of years ago. It's living up to its name and starting to put out its white flower head. I've planted a few more of these in the garden (all still babies), and can't wait to see it in all its glory (the flower head grows about 2 metres high).

In preparation for the upcoming Summer, I've finally got around to ordering the sun lounges for around the pool. I ended up, after an exhaustive search for something contemporary, but that also suited the Victorian front of our house, settling on two of these:

Costa chaise from Restoration Hardware

Now I just have to wait the 3 months until they finally arrive down here after the lengthy shipping process. But as it's still pretty cold, there won't be any Pool action for at least a few months.

Happy gardening!
I feel like I've barely sat still the past couple of months. We've had three weeks of school holidays (always a winner during Winter- it has rained to the point of needing to build an ark), and a couple of extra side trips have seen the AV house empty more often than full.

But I thought I'd not bore everyone with blow by blow descriptions of our family ski holiday (surely this is the modern day equivalent of the slide show?) and some of the other trips here and there we've done, but instead highlight a couple.

 Ginger Jars at Decor + Design

Last week was the Decor and Design trade show in Melbourne. Romy and I had decided earlier this year we were going to attend - I haven't been to a trade show since leaving Melbourne in 2010... so I felt it was overdue. We flew in from our respective cities and met at the airport, where we laughed at the drivers holding up iPads that said "Uber available" (why yes, random man, I will get into your car because you say you're an Uber driver...) and joined the taxi queue whereupon after a bizarre ride into the city with a - literally- deranged driver with appalling body odour (it'll be Uber only after this - suddenly those guys at the airport didn't look so creepy), we did a quick whip around the D+D show at the Convention centre with Romy's friend Jane who was already in attendance. Frankly, the best part of the show was the champagne bar and people watching (it's always fun watching the other designers all dressed up and guessing where they're from - there are strong regional 'looks' in design). While I got to visit a few of my suppliers stands, and also found a couple of new sources... overall it was pretty dreadful.

Nothing better than a convention centre full of Chinese made pleather recliner lounge suites with built in cup holders and pouches for your remote. Apparently you can replace entire sections of the lounge when the pleather is scratched up. 

But all was not lost! Thursday night we met up at the new Garden State Hotel in Flinders Lane in the city. Single ladies of Melbourne - If you're looking for a place where the ratio of men aged over 30 in dark suits is about 10 to every 1 female, this is the place for you at 7pm on a Thursday. It was absolutely pumping (seats 850, but doesn't feel overly cavernous due to the design) and was wall to wall city males. We left to eat at Supernormal, a little further down Flinders Lane (the Lobster rolls are excellent) and then to bed.

Friday morning before departing, thanks to Jane who is a nippy driver and had hired a car while in Melbourne, we whipped around the trade showrooms in High Street, Prahran East looking at all the fabrics we don't have easy access to here and stopped off at the Mossgreen tearooms in High Street Armadale for sustenance.

Their high tea looks very nice indeed (I just had scones), and the proper Wedgwood china the tea was served in was lovely. Highly recommended if you're looking for a nice place for tea or lunch that is not in the city.

sausages in bread... watching their brother.

Then it was home to man the BBQ and dole out sausages on bread at the Under 11s Football match in the freezing cold, mud and pouring rain on Friday night. A life of contrasts...

Earlier in the school holidays Mr AV and I had a child free weekend escape to the Barossa Valley. This is probably Australia's most famous food and wine region - it was settled by German Lutherans, escaping religious persecution in the 1840's, and they brought many of their food traditions with them with many of the same families still in operation today. It's only 45 minutes from Adelaide, which made it the perfect easy driving destination that feels a world away from the city.

We stayed at Kingsford Homestead in the tiny little stonemasons cottage, rather than the main house. It was perfect - incredibly quiet, very private, and had a little sitting room with open fire place that I spent a lot of time reading books in front of. Breakfast in the main house was delicious - it's a really great spot to stay and explore the Barossa from. We ate our meals out - Fino at Seppeltsfield for lunch on Friday, Ferment Asian in Tanunda on the Friday night (the wine list has to be seen to be believed - it's like the Bible!), Hentley Farm on the Saturday night for the 8 course degustation and then, as a complete contrast, we ate at The Clubhouse back in Tanunda on Sunday night, which does a pretty good pub style meal (we were all gourmet'ed out by then).

Hentley Farm - oysters with passionfruit vinaigrette and rosemary scented smoke. It covered the table at one point.

Seppeltsfield, which looks strangely South of France with the palms and French cafe furniture even when freezing cold

We visited Maggie Beer's farmhouse shop, which was jam packed with tourists (and as we can pretty much buy her entire range at the supermarket in Adelaide it wasn't really a huge draw for us), and dropped in and out of the many, many wineries in the region. My advice if you're going for the first time is to skip the really big names (the Jacob's Creeks etc) as they have very large visitor centres, many of which are a little dated and cater for the large bus tourist segment of the market. The smaller, more authentic experiences are in the little places where the staff are passionate about wine, and will happily chat with you about technique, blends and other little gems of information. We did enjoy visiting Seppeltsfield though - it is one of the bigger wineries, but has an outpost of the Jam Factory (the famous Adelaide craft collective), and an excellent restaurant in Fino. Mr AV made the observation that the large Alcohol conglomerates that went on purchasing sprees a decade or so ago buying up the 'big name' wineries didn't take into account that as soon as they bought them they devalued the brands as they lost the x-factor of the family heritage that gave them worth. It's all about heritage and authenticity in the Barossa, and the family run wineries are the ones still making waves.

We loved visiting the Barossa - very beautiful scenery and enjoyable driving through the hills and valleys along little winding roads. The tiny old stone settlers cottages, rustic split gum fencing and paddocks full of vines. It was a great escape and we drove home to collect the children on the Monday with a car boot full of wine to add to our cellar.

Inside Rockford's
Outside Rockford's

Back home, we're in the depths of Winter - pouring rain, cold and a fairly bare looking garden. Hope you're warm whatever part of the world you're reading from.

Of all the design disciplines, Landscape design is perhaps the one most easily able to be swept into the mists of time.  Aside from the planting of large, long lived trees, a garden can, in just a matter of a few years, be overtaken by neglect with the death of plants and overgrowth of others rendering a design invisible and not as the Landscape designer originally intended.

This year is a celebration of the 300 years since English landscaper Capability Brown's birth. He is often decried as a wrecker of gardens by some purists, as he was known for obliterating the elaborate knot gardens and parterres favoured in the period immediately before him and replacing them with cleverly constructed naturalistic landscapes of parkland, trees, lakes and vistas. He was also quite prolific, designing over 250 gardens in his lifetime. The fact that many of his designs survive completely intact is perhaps due to two things: large areas are left to do their own thing in the parkland style (no tedious pruning and fussy flower planting to maintain), and that his planting schemes relied on long lived trees for their Architectural structure - there is no loss of small plants gradually over a few decades to obliterate the entirety of the design.

But perhaps the best way of to take a snapshot of a moment in time in a garden is by recording it with a garden map. Anyone having a plan done for their garden today is familiar with receiving a full planting scheme on plan laid out appropriately scaled from their landscape designer. While these are purely utilitarian, they are a beginning record of a gardens planting, and the subsequent evolution thereafter. However, not all gardens were started this way, and many have no plan to refer back to.

Mid last year, I was reading Australian "Country Style" magazine, and came across an article about a Garden Map maker, Catherine O'Neill. Catherine now lives in rural Victoria, but is originally from England and studied Landscape Design at The Inchbald School of Design in London (my Alma Mater for my Interiors education).  She has now stopped the landscape side of her work and instead developed a business recording other people's gardens - completely accurately, but coloured with watercolours giving a decorative style more reminiscent of the Garden maps produced in the 18th Century than those produced by designers nowadays.

Map by Catherine O'Neill

I contacted Catherine to see if she might be available to make a map of my Father's Garden for his 70th Birthday gift. Little did I realise the Pandora's Box I was opening! I have published photographs of my Dad's garden in the past on the blog, and they make up the bulk of this post, but for those unfamiliar, it is an approximately 20 acre garden created around 1890, largely still completely intact. Most of the garden is treed (there is a large Pinetum, which has specimen trees in it, and is not a heavily cultivated style of garden), and there is a large collection of unusual Cypress, Pine, Rhododendron and Camellias.

The original Garden owners travelled extensively around the world hunting down exotic plants, bringing seeds and cuttings back from Asia, Europe, and America, as well as swapping plant seed and cuttings with other keen Garden owners at that time across Australia. Of course, if you're DIYing your garden, you don't necessarily make a map of where you're planting things - rather you most likely walk around and just set things out where you'd like them to be. For this reason there has never been a completely accurate map of the garden, and certainly no proper inventory of the trees (there are in excess of 1000 of them). The question of where to stop in terms of detail was something we had lengthy discussions about as Catherine commenced the project.

The starting point was, fortunately, an accurately surveyed map (above) with the Victorian- era circuitous paths and drives laid out on it that my Father already had. From there, satellite maps that provided further detail of canopy spread were helpful, but much of the work Catherine has done has involved mapping each garden bed, laboriously numbering each tree and larger scale understory plant, and setting them all out on her larger garden plan. My Father has spent a lot of time over the past 10 years identifying each un-labelled tree (with some help from the Adelaide and Mt Lofty Botanic Gardens, visiting Botanists and Garden History experts, and Catherine herself), and has in the process discovered plants that originate in Nepal, Mongolia, China, and very unusual Cypress not thought to be grown elsewhere in Australia. It's been quite a fascinating process.

Unfortunately, the map is not yet finished (likely early next year), so you can see it's really been quite a process.  I'm not able to post the end result in this blog post... however I thought I'd post the video Catherine has on her website showing the process of the making of one of her beautiful watercolour maps.

Late last year, Country Style magazine wrote an article about this particular garden, Glenmore (image below), so you can see how she not only accurately captures the plant locations and types, but also the overall feel of the garden, something that is not so easily conveyed in a modern, purely functional style of plan.

 Glenmore, via Country Style magazine

The feel of a garden is something we have discussed quite a bit about my Dad's and how to capture it on the map. The week that she spent here earlier this year mapping the garden not only gave her accurate plant locations, but also an understanding of the atmosphere of the garden, and it was interesting hearing her describe it in much the same way that everyone else does. It really gets under your skin and is a very special place, with an undertone of history, tranquility and a sort of quiet grandeur created by the towering trees. The tonal colours to be used for the map were also evident to her from her week spent in the garden - deep, lush green in all its verdant shades.

Three Copper Beech, planted to celebrate the birth of the three grand-children of the original garden owner

A garden can disappear in just a few years - something I was reflecting on when reading a book about The Lost Gardens of Helligan earlier this year. It's a special thing when a garden can last beyond the vision of the first creator. Perhaps trees are largely the key to this. They certainly outlive us, and the ones in my Father's garden provide a memorial of sorts to the people who laid out, tended and loved the garden 120 years before us. Recording a snapshot of the garden at this point for posterity seems like the perfect way to honour the special place they created and the legacy they left behind.

Martindale Hall, pictured above, is considered one of the Architectural jewels of South Australia, located near the town of Mintaro in the Clare Valley, approximately 2 hours from Adelaide. Built for the pastoralist Edmund Bowman in 1879 at great cost, it was the central property of a wool empire that stretched across South Australia. Apparently built to entice a girl he wanted to marry to leave her English family house (supposedly it was a replica), she refused to leave England for the colonies and he eventually married another, settling into his 32 room estate with attendant polo ground, cricket field and extensive stables. Just 20 years later however, a long drought and a drop in wool prices saw his empire fall, and the property was sold at a knock down price to the Mortlock family. They lived in it until the 1950's when it was bequeathed to the University of Adelaide, who in turn handed it over to the State Government of South Australia in 1986. For some years it has been open as a house museum, and up until recently was run as a historic style bed and breakfast with all the attendant comforts you'd expect from a Victorian era house with a lack of modern facilities.... Many readers both here in Australia and overseas will be familiar with the house, as it starred as the school Appleyard College in the hauntingly classic Australian movie "Picnic at Hanging Rock" released in 1976.

Picnic at Hanging Rock

All this preamble is to set the scene of the next act: A proposal has been put forward by two groups regarding the future of Martindale Hall- one a private consortium who approached the government last year to buy the property in order that they could turn it into a luxury resort/ hotel. The counter proposal has come from the National Trust, who are pressuring the Government to gift the property to them, and have put together a 'dynamic plan' to run it as a museum space with festivals in the grounds, a newly created Victorian style garden, gift shop and cafe etc - standard National Trust style stuff.

The current operators of the Hall have enlisted the support of the Actress that played Miranda in the movie to entreat the government not to turn it over to developers and "take it away from the general public" pushing for it to be handed to the Trust. This has, of course, made headlines around the country. Naturally no one wants the greedy luxury hotel developers to take away public access! We are nothing if not egalitarian in Australia. But I have to admit to having mixed feelings about having the house handed over to the Trust. Perhaps, as abhorrent as it might first sound, a luxury hotel is actually a much better idea, on a number of levels.

Still from the movie Picnic at Hanging Rock

Firstly, luxury tourism is big, big business around the world. Australia has a decided lack of it when compared to countries like neighbouring New Zealand and their Luxury Lodge tourism that draws visitors from around the world, and this prevents a coveted segment of the tourism market from coming here with all the flow on benefits that would bring to the area. Developing historic properties into Country House hotels, which have been done so successfully in the UK revitalising and giving them relevancy, would be a major tourist draw here. This property sits right in the middle of one of the best wine regions in the country with a distinct lack of luxury accommodation to draw in a big spending sector of the tourism market. We have beautiful Heritage buildings in South Australia, ironically because we have had such a protectionist view point over them - but finding one to stay in is difficult unless you look at the holiday cottage segment of the tourism market. Everything else is brand new, which is a shame when you consider that South Australia's heritage properties are one of the more recognisable and celebrated features of our State.

Miranda from Picnic at Hanging Rock

Secondly, we have a number of properties already being run by the National Trust around Adelaide and they highlight some of the problems associated with the House- as- Museum concept. If you visit a stately home in the UK, the ones that give the best experiences to the visitor are the ones that still have the family living in them. The ones that are empty, and run purely as a House Museum by the UK branch of the National Trust can feel staid and lifeless, and sometimes be presented in a manner that is a little twee ("Ye Olde Worlde"). Families and people give a house life. It is the layering of changes of fashion, of the quirks of lives lived within it that make it interesting and that tell the narrative of why the house was created and how that relates to us and to the wider world.

Here in Australia our National Trust properties are all long vacant of the families that once lived in these grand houses. I have visited Beaumont House, Ayres House, Carrick Hill and Urrbrae House here in Adelaide, and various properties in Melbourne such as Como House and Ripponlea, and they are slightly dispiriting with an overlay of the Institutional feel to them. Guides are occasionally dressed in fake period costume, partially furnished rooms are set in aspic from a time period determined as 'correct' (but not necessarily the furniture or furnishings that were in that room at that time - they are recreations) can leave me a little cold. The richness that you get from visiting a living, breathing house is not there.

This is an issue that is currently being debated at great length in the UK (see the past few issues of Country Life magazine if you are interested, and I noticed that Ben Pentreath, whose blog is on my side bar also waded into the fray on this topic on his blog a few weeks back). We haven't had a discussion in Australia as to whether these types of experiences are the best use of these properties, because generally we look at our history with a blindly protectionist viewpoint - we have so little of this kind of built Architecture, and what we have is so recent when compared to other countries, that there is a universal favouritism of keeping the old and preserving it at all costs... even when that doesn't make it dynamic or as the best use of that facility.

So, back to Martindale Hall. Some of the things that have been overlooked in the debate are that this house has not had a family living in it for 70 years, which is half the age of the property, rendering it something of a white elephant. Most of the original contents from when it was first built were sold after the Bowmans left the property in a Mortgagee sale, with only a few pieces the Mortlocks purchased still remaining. The remaining furniture in the public viewing rooms are from that Mortlock period of the house's history. Other rooms are re-creations in a Victorian style. There is no reason why a hotel with a publicly accessible aspect to it couldn't co-mingle with the historic element. There is also no reason why this property has to be sold to be developed, rather than being kept by the government. It could be on long term lease, with stringent controls over maintenance, upkeep, approvals and public access. If this were the case, then I would hope a publicly called tender would go forward, and that the selected operator and developer would be the one that would provide the best long term solution for the property, not necessarily just the person that had an idea and approached the State Government first.

Historic properties are a difficult quandary. We can all watch episodes of Downton Abbey to get a meticulously and historically accurate recreation of a period of history and the people that would have lived within that time, with actors dressed, speaking and behaving as they did then. Walking through staid room sets in an empty house being led around by someone in a costume is not necessarily going to give a better or more enriching experience. When you balance that against the drawcard of the tourism component and the revitalisation that could bring, then perhaps a hotel is not such a bad idea. The house has been run as a museum for a long time now and it is not the main reason why people visit the Clare Valley, rather a side trip for those interested in old buildings. Making a destination out of it, with the Clare as the added bonus is an idea worth pursuing. Running the property as a National Trust museum with an adventure playground will likely not see tourism numbers soar in the region.

It's an unfashionable view to put forward. Long term blog readers will know I have a love of History and Architectural History in particular, and I do support the important work of the National Trust. But we do need to question whether these Historic House Museums are a success. Ayers House, a large mansion that is in the centre of the Adelaide CBD is essentially a Wedding venue and House Museum... how many of these types of venues do we need - all stuck circa 1880, all 'teaching' us the same things. Our built history is worth preserving, but we need to do so in a way that will breath life and relevancy to these properties. Sometimes development is not necessarily such a bad thing when it is done with sensitivity, and most importantly, done well.

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