We work hard to keep Old Hall Gardens an attractive open space for all to enjoy. Sadly, there is someone in our community (or someone from outside perhaps?) who believes it is acceptable to trash other people’s efforts and to spoil a place of tranquility.
It takes a lot of hard digging to plant a tree – and just seconds to snap it off and kill it.
There had been a ‘call to arms’ so when Beverly turned up on Thursday 20 August armed with a fierce-looking weapon we thought she must have taken it literally, and we wondered what she was planning! She had brought husband Dick along too, with rake at the ready.
So it was a relief to see that they had come to attack the hedge!
John was busy trimming a very bushy and overgrown ivy tower.
Julie focused on carefully weeding around the cyclamen beneath the yew tree.
Richard and Margaret carried on pruning the Wisteria, which always looks quite wild at this time of year!
We carried on trimming the Wisteria along the wall behind the Library, and Julie offered to do some gentle weeding – but she pulled up rather more than she’d bargained for and nearly fell over backwards in her efforts to pull out these enormous roots of Alkanet!
Meanwhile, the Nottages busied themselves on the Ramparts: weeding, and dead-heading the Veronica to encourage a second flush of flowers.
We were delighted to see fruit appearing on the Quince! You’ll find it trained along the wall near the Library.
The Teasels are doing well this year and are standing proud by the entrance to the Library – which has recently opened its doors again since the Covid lockdown.
At last, more volunteers are returning to work in Old Hall Gardens!
It was Margaret’s first day back after a long absence, and we even had a new recruit: Beverly Tonkin. Both were busy cutting back the Cotoneaster alongside the library. Richard, meanwhile, was up the ladder cutting back the Wisteria.
It was high time for this area to be tackled: the Wisteria has been sending out its shoots in all directions and long seed pods are forming.
Having spent hours cutting the hedge last week, John felt compelled to tidy the edge of the grass below which now really stood out like an eyesore. This particular stretch has not been tackled for months and it was spreading over the path. As always, there’s still more to do another day.