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Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} Sissinghurst Portrait eines Gartens by Vita Sackville-West Sissinghurst Portrait eines Gartens by Vita Sackville-West. Completing the CAPTCHA proves you are a human and gives you temporary access to the web property. What can I do to prevent this in the future? If you are on a personal connection, like at home, you can run an anti-virus scan on your device to make sure it is not infected with malware. If you are at an office or shared network, you can ask the network administrator to run a scan across the network looking for misconfigured or infected devices. Another way to prevent getting this page in the future is to use Privacy Pass. You may need to download version 2.0 now from the Chrome Web Store. Cloudflare Ray ID: 6604a20e6b5bc26d • Your IP : 116.202.236.252 • Performance & security by Cloudflare. The Shop at Sissinghurst Castle Garden. Good stories are at the heart of everything we do. Moments of history shape who we are, and we want to bring some of that to life in the shop. Former residents who were steeped in literature and Lady Sackville's influence on Vita, these are a few of the stories that influence our products. Bristol Blue. Vita’s love of the rich colour of Bristol Blue Glass may have been influenced by her mother who was fond of decorating her homes in the Persian style, which featured yellows, orange and blue. Originally this Blue Glass was developed in the 18th century by a Bristol potter, Richard Champion. The glass was displayed in the Great Exhibition of 1851 and was favoured by all the aristocrats of Europe. When Lady Sackville left Knole in 1919 much of the contents of Knole was auctioned including the glass. The items which failed to sell, Vita brought to Sissinghurst where it is displayed in the library and tower. The original Bristol Blue Company was formed in 1988 to re-establish a tradition which had been lost for over 60 years. With hand blown items for sale such as vases, jugs and jewellery you can be a part of the rich history of Bristol Blue. By being hand made it makes all of these pieces a unique and personal item. A family of writers. Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson were both well know and respected authors. This love of all things literature has been passed down the generations, and we're now lucky enough to have a wealth of well loved authors who have at one time or another, called Sissinghurst home. They have shared their own thoughts in different publications throughout the years and lots of these can be found in the shop. From the archive: Vita Sackville-West on her garden at Sissinghurst (1950) On our weekly delve into the archive, we revisit a 1950 feature in which Vita Sackville-West writes about the creation of her garden at Sissinghurst, which she made from scratch together with her husband Harold Nicolson. Harold Nicolson and Vita Sackville West at Sissinghurst in 1960. T he thing to remember about this garden is that twenty years ago, in 1930, there was no garden. The place had been in the market for three years since the death of the last farmer-owner; the buildings were occupied by farm labourers; and the slum-like effect, produced by both man and Nature, was squalid to a degree. There was nothing but a dreadful mess of old chicken houses and wire chicken runs; broken-down spile fences; rubbish dumps where cottagers had piled their tins, their bottles, their rusty ironmongery and their broken crockery for perhaps half a century; old cabbage stalks; and a tangle of weeds everywhere. Brambles grew in wild profusion; bindweed wreathed its way into every support; ground-elder made a green carpet; docks and nettles flourished; couch grass sprouted; half the fruit trees in the orchard were dead; the ones that remained alive were growing in the coarsest grass; the moat was silted up and so invaded by reeds and bulrushes that the water was almost invisible; paths there were none, save of trodden mud. It had its charII,1. It was the Sleeping Beauty's castle with a vengeance, if you liked to see it with a romantic eye; but if you also looked at it with a realistic eye you saw that Nature run wild was not quite so romantic as you thought, and entailed a great deal of laborious tidying up. The White Garden at Sissinghurst. Advertisement. It took three years to clear away the rubbish, three solid years, employing only an old man and his son who also had other jobs to do. Neither of them was a gardener; they were just casual labour. It was not until 1933 that any serious planting could be undertaken, but this was perhaps as well, because during those three impatient years we had time to become familiar with the "feel" of the place-a very important advantage which the professional garden-designer, abrupt1y called in, is seldom able to enjoy. A hundred times we changed our minds, but as we changed them only on paper no harm was done and no expense incurred. Of course, we longed to start planting the hedges which were to be the skeleton of the garden, its bones, its anatomy, but had we been able to do so in those early days I am sure we should have planted them in the wrong place. Even as it was, we made some mistakes: the yew walk is too narrow, and I stuck a Paulownia imperialis into the middle of a future flower-bed, where it is becoming only too-imperial, and is now rapidly attaining the dimensions of a forest tree. I have not the heart to cut it down, although I know I ought to. The formal gardens in 1930. Read next. From the archive: Blenheim's Gothic Revival lodge becomes a family home (1999) By Virginia Fraser. It was not an easy garden to design. We had so very little to go on. There were no existent hedges, except rubbishy ones which just demanded to be grubbed out, and no old trees, such as a cedar, or a mulberry, which one might reasonably have expected to find on so ancient a site, and which would have provided a starting point here and there. It is true that we had some guiding lines in the old walls of pink Tudor brick, and God forbid that I should be so ungrateful to those, for they are in many ways the making of the garden, but after the charming haphazard fashion of Tudor builders, who presumably had no professional architect to draw plans for them, none of the lines seemed to be at right angles to one another, but shot off most inconveniently in odd directions. It looked all right from ground level, but once you had climbed the tower and looked down upon the whole layout as though you were seeing it from an aeroplane, you discovered that everything was at sixes and sevens. The tower wasn't opposite the main entrance; and the courtyard wasn't rectangular, as you thought, but coffin-shaped; the moat wall ran away at an oblique angle from everything else; the moat followed an even more inexplicable angle. It required great ingenuity to overcome those problems, but for‐ tunately Harold Nicolson (who might ell have made his career as an architect or a garden-designer instead of a diplomatist, a politician, or an author) possessed enough ingenuity, and also enough large paper sheets ruled into squares, to grapple with the difficulties. The exquisite private gardens of Petworth House. Country Gardens 24 Jun 2020 10 items Virginia Fraser. Advertisement. The result, I think, is entirely successful. He has contrived in the most ingenious way, as you may appreciate from the accompanying photographs, to produce a design which combines formality with informality. He has managed to get long vistas over and over again, in a relatively small space. This makes the garden look far larger than in fact it is. I had the smaller part. Harold Nicolson did the designing, and I did the planting. We made a good combination in this way: I could not possibly have drawn out the architectural lines of the garden, and he couldn't possibly have planted it up, because he doesn't know quite as much about plants as I do. This is not saying much, for I know very little, but he knows even less. But he does know how to draw the axis between one view point and another, and that is something I could never have accomplished. To sum up, I think I have-succeeded in making the garden pretty with my flowers, but the real credit is due to him, who drew its lines so well and so firmly that it can still be regarded with pleasure even in the winter months when all my flowers have vanished away and the skeleton is revealed. Sissinghurst in 1942. Read next. From the archive: Sophie Conran's Sussex manor house (2011) By Lisa Freedman. Having paid this tribute to Harold Nicolson, I must go back to some details about the making of this garden and what we grow in it. We found it, as I have said, in a dreadful mess. The only thing we found of any interest was an old Gallica rose, then unknown to cultivation, which is now listed as Gallica var.