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What shall we talk about

Apparently, not that much. Talking is a dying art form. Human beings no longer chat to each other: they prefer to text or Facebook each other even if they’re in the same room. Like many of us from an older generation, I was brought up to never discuss Religion, Sex or Money in polite conversation with strangers. Too personal, too private and too much information for anybody, particularly if you’ve only just met—either face to face at a party or virtually on a mobile screen. But, in any event, these three taboo subjects are out of date in today’s world. Here are some pointers on what else not to talk about in 2017.

We used to occasionally discuss politics in our house but Theresa May’s decision to hold an election on June 8th changed all of that. Quite suddenly I now find myself supporting a different political party from other members of the household. My children have emerged as radical extremists with overt sympathies for either Julian Assange or militant Veganism while my wife and I are arguing about which party poster to put up in the window. Will it be blue or red or orange or green? The only thing we’ve now agreed is not to put up anything.

This has never happened before. Our domestic unity is now a shattered memory along with warmed Hovis bread rolls and prawn cocktails served in glasses. I can’t even discuss politics while writing in this magazine because electoral rules forbid me promoting one party without mentioning all the other parties at the same time, and I don’t have a spare ten hours to read through the long list. So, Politics as a subject is completely out for the moment. Of course, if you’re reading this after June 8th, you can start arguing all over again but by then the outcome may be academic and a ‘fait accompli’ for another five years.

I blame Brexit of course. The ‘B’ word has ripped apart the social fabric binding all our friends and relations over the last six months. I know of other family members who say they won’t talk to each other ever again. We have banned discussing the ‘B’ word in our house for fear of a guest being speared by a fondue fork over the dinner table. You can’t even think about Brexit let alone mention it in polite conversation. This means that all of the following subjects are now out of bounds: Europe, Brussels, Strasbourg, The Single Market and (especially) Jean-Claude Juncker. And while you’re about it, please don’t talk about all the lovely European places you’ve just visited on holiday. I’m sure you had a wonderful time soaking up the sun in Crete, Spain, Greece, Italy, South of France and the Algarve, but please stop talking about it. Nothing to do with politics but everything to do with making me and everyone else jealous. ‘Too busy to go on holiday in May. Bah Humbug…

Here’s another piece of good advice. Unless someone specifically asks you about them, never volunteer unprompted information about your children. As you know, other people’s children can be a most boring subject. You’ve just been introduced to somebody new and within two minutes they’re off on a rant about their daughter Fridgia who is SO brilliant and how she’s cycled around Thailand after Uni and had the MOST wonderful time etc etc. This is not particularly exciting or different or newsworthy. It’s not even remotely interesting since I don’t know anything about dear Fridgia or whether she’s good at mending a bicycle tyre puncture. Of course, if she had done something really interesting like becoming the first person to travel across the Atlantic on a Lilo or escape from Pentonville Prison while doing a five year stretch for fraud, then that suddenly is a fascinating subject to keep anybody glued to your conversation. So, this is yet another taboo subject to not talk about—your children (unless they’ve climbed Everest backwards or won an X Factor heat while spinning plates with a bamboo stick—maybe both at the same time?).

My other non-subject for discussion is literally a pet hate. Never talk about your pet unless someone else has already raised the subject or you’ve got something really interesting at home like a tame Koala or man eating crocodile in your garden pond. Discussing the merits of your pet goldfish while sipping a glass of tepid Prosecco is not going to set the party on fire. Again, talking about your fitness levels within a minute of meeting someone and how you like to run half marathons every Thursday morning can be a little intimidating. As I stand and listen, am I supposed to join you in my running shoes or join the queue for cardiac arrest in A&E?

And never mention social media (and how Donald Trump writes to you and fifty million others individually five times every day) or your latest fad diet involving nettle soup, tadpoles and seaweed. You will have lost me by the time you end the first sentence. And if you really want me to collapse in instant boredom, you could start talking about your Traffic Route—the worst subject of all to raise. It goes something like this…

“Terrible traffic on the A35, got stuck behind a muck spreader near Honiton and a Jurassic coast bus at Axminster which stopped EVERYWHERE but had nice colours on the side, then blocked by a plague of seagulls in West Bay but unfortunately Broadchurch is no longer on, then met the train at Dorchester but it goes SO SLOWLY from Poole onwards doesn’t it, awful bank holiday traffic all the way to Bournemouth, they really should do something… etc…”

I could keep going, but I don’t think there’s anything left to talk about.

 

June in the Garden

I was just dipping into Marjery Fish’s ‘A Flower for Every Day’ and the doyenne of cottage gardening sums up June pretty nicely;

“June is the month that takes care of itself. Even the dullest garden can’t help being colourful in June.”

She goes on to draw inspiration from the hedgerows and verges which are full of honeysuckle, wild roses and cow parsley. My closest wild verge is brimming with cheerful pink campion which seems to take over from where the bluebells left off, after their dominance in May.

Mimicking the gay abandon of nature is difficult, in a contrived garden situation, because, thanks to our temperate UK climate, we grow plant species which hail from all parts of the globe. They would never be found, cheek by jowl, in nature so they don’t have the natural ability to all get along with each other. Like rugby players crashing a genteel tea dance, there will always be the downright ‘thuggish’ species which trample the more delicate specimens.

Hence, in June, when suddenly the borders appear to double in size overnight, the gardener needs to do a bit of refereeing. If the plant supports, pea sticks for me, that you inserted a few weeks ago, have been overrun, threatening collapse, then now’s the time to shove in a few more to keep the ‘lunatics from taking over the asylum’.

Another trick is to perform the ‘Chelsea Chop’, albeit a week or two after the flower show itself, which is where you deliberately chop back some of the later flowering perennials (Helenium, Rudbeckia, Sedum etc.) so that they remain stockier, flowering a little later, than the ones left at full height.

I’m wondering if, with the very dry start to the growing season, herbaceous borders will be naturally shorter and less prone to collapse this summer? I’ve noticed that my meadow plants have barely reached half the height that I would have expected by now. Meadows flower earlier than herbaceous borders so there is a chance that, if rainfall returns to normal, garden plants will ‘catch up’. Most meadow grasses are already flowering, or even setting seed, so they’ve peaked and won’t grow any taller.

Now that pots, containers and hanging baskets have been planted up, with annuals and tender perennials, the summer ritual of regular watering and liquid feeding can commence. Even if we have a lot of rain, the restricted amount of soil that plants in containers have access to, together with the fact that they are planted unnaturally densely, conspire to demand extra hand watering. I always use a watering can for this (tricky if you’ve got a lot of hanging baskets—I don’t!) because it’s the only way to judge precisely how much water your plants are getting.

Container plants really benefit from feeding, once the nutrients in their potting compost have been exhausted, because they have got to work hard if they are to keep on producing flowers right up to the first frost. Whichever feed you choose, add it to the watering can at the rate suggested on the packet. Usually there is a choice between adding a reduced amount, at every watering, or adding it at full strength, on a weekly or fortnightly basis. I tend to favour the latter as keeping the compost constantly moist means that, in very dry weather, I’d get through gallons of water and therefore an excessive amount of feed if it was added to every can. During periods of very wet weather, when containers require watering less often, if I still feed every other week then at least they are not going without the nutrients they need.

With warmer weather, even more vigilance is required to stay one jump ahead of pests and diseases. Most pests are controlled naturally, by predators, but an infestation may require a little intervention in order to give nature time to catch up. Aphids can be ‘blasted’ off plants with a jet of water, being careful not to damage the foliage too, which should limit the damage they can do while the population of ladybirds, lacewings and the like builds up sufficiently to keep the aphid numbers down.

The infamous ‘Lily Beetle’, being an ‘alien species’, has no such natural control so must be dealt with physically or chemically. The adult beetles are pretty obvious, they are vermillion red, about a centimetre long, with a black underside. They are sneaky little blighters and tend to hide on the underside of lily leaves except for when they are sunning themselves, I suspect they are advertising for a mate, when they sit on the tops of the lily plants. Even then they have a trick up their sleeves. If they spot you approaching, they will instantly drop off the plant and land, black side uppermost, on the dark soil where they are very hard to spot. Not only that, they also have a signalling system, a faint squeak, that warns fellow lily beetles that danger is approaching so that their mates drop to the ground too!

In contrast to the shiny, red, adults, the larvae are disgusting, fat, maggoty, grubs which eat lily leaves at a voracious rate. They tend to start at the bottom of the lily stem, eating the leaves in a manner so that only a shrivelled brown remnant of the glossy, green, original remains. Consequently, they may well have destroyed a large proportion of leaves before you spot them.

To make matters worse, the nasty fat grubs will not be immediately apparent because, as a disguise, they cover themselves in their own excreta so that they look like lumps of bird poo, rather than beetle larvae. They can be controlled by meticulously combing every lily stem to remove the grubs by hand – if you can bear it. To control them with an insecticide you’ll have to use a product with acts ‘systemically’; the active ingredient enters the plant and kills the grubs as they eat the leaves. The most widely available product is ‘Provado’ which is also known as ‘Vine Weevil Killer’ (although vine weevils seem increasingly resistant to it these days).

After the evils of the lily beetle, I feel I should end on a more pragmatic note and remember that, even if every lily in the garden is eaten, there are still tons of other flowers to enjoy on herbaceous perennials, bulbs, shrubs and trees during this month of plenty.

 

 

UpFront 05/17

For a very brief moment the words ‘snap election’ seemed to take over from ‘fake news’ as the most common phrase across all media last week. It didn’t last long though, and with so many other words, phrases and terms vying for top position in the weeks coming up to the election on June 8, it’ll be up to the bookies to come up with a favourite. ‘Health care’ will be popular. ‘British people’ should be too and no doubt ‘strong leadership’ will get a fair airing also. Words like ‘economy’, ‘polls’ and ‘debate’ will soon feel very overused and ‘expert opinion’ will form the basis of comments in news reports from Washington to Agrabah. But what will the non-voting and the newly voting youth like to hear as politicians try to battle with news delivered through social media? A bit of Googling brings up a huge range of vocabulary that was popular last year. ‘Sharenting’—the habitual use of social media to share news, images, etc of one’s children, was popular. As was ‘FOMO’—fear of missing out, and its much healthier opposite, ‘JOMO’—joy of missing out, which was described as the pleasure gained from enjoying one’s current activities without worrying that other people are having more fun. Then there was ‘adulting’—the practice of behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult, especially the accomplishment of mundane but necessary tasks—like voting perhaps? So this year the month of May is destined be punctuated with sound bites, memes, clever political headlines and words all designed to get attention, whilst many of us will strain to hear or read the words that politicians actually aren’t saying. Long before the announcement of the June election one witty blogger suggested a few words and phrases that might be popular in 2017. ‘Fascism’ and ‘Trumpism’ were two and ‘Phews’, which is a more trendy way of saying ‘fake news’ by throwing in a ‘ph’, was another. But one phrase that really stood out was ‘Post-politics’, which was described as ‘getting on with one’s life while ignoring politicians as much as possible’. It will be interesting to see if, on the back of the turmoil created by last year’s UK vote, the turnout for this election will be at the level predicted and whether there will be any clarity on what people are actually voting for. The one certainty is that by the end of it all we are likely to be ‘knackerpooped’.

 

The Seafront Gardens Lyme Regis

The Seafront Gardens in Lyme Regis

Mature trees, richly planted borders, gently curving paths, a place to look and a space to think—the Seafront Gardens in Lyme Regis provide both an oasis of calm for humans and a safe haven for wildlife. Not only that, some of the town’s best views may be savoured from this green space. Looking ahead, the Cobb can be seen stretching its protective, rocky arm around the harbour whereas, across Lyme Bay, the west Dorset coast rises and falls like a gigantic wave sweeping eastwards over Stonebarrow and Golden Cap reaching, on a clear day, that louring sea monster that is the Isle of Portland.

 

History of the Seafront Gardens

Just over a century ago, the Langmoor Gardens were opened to the public on the slopes above Marine Parade in Lyme Regis. The land was bought through a bequest to the town from Joseph Moly of Langmoor Manor, Charmouth and the gardens were named in honour of the donation. The slopes were known to be unstable and concrete buttresses had been built to prevent movement. Despite this, there were periodic slippages of mud on to Marine Parade and throughout the 20th century the Gardens continued to move causing distortion to paths and eventually rendering the lower part of the gardens unusable.  In 1962, land to the west of these gardens suffered a catastrophic landslip following a misguided attempt at development and several houses were destroyed. This land was eventually taken over by the town becoming the Lister Gardens, named after Lord Lister of Lyme Regis, pioneer of antiseptic surgery. The Langmoor and Lister Gardens now form one large continuous public space above Marine Parade.

Rebuilding the Seafront Gardens

The Lyme Regis Environmental Improvements carried out early in the 21st century provided an opportunity to deal with the unstable geology of the Gardens. Between 2005 and 2007, major civil engineering works were carried out to stabilise the Langmoor and Lister Gardens which were completely remodelled. The new design included many planted areas and grassy spaces, gently curving paths that seem to reflect the convexity of the Cobb, and a woodland boardwalk with outstanding views across the harbour and bay. Facilities for mini-golf, putting and table tennis were also built.

Supporting wildlife was deemed important so before work started, bat nesting sites were sealed to prevent them returning, 2000 slow-worms were caught and rehoused and a 15cm barrier erected to prevent others entering. The gardens were replanted with salt tolerant, sub-tropical and rare plants as well as native species, taking account of the needs of bats, birds and insects. Now, a decade later, the Gardens have a mature look and nesting boxes for birds and bats are flourishing. Visitors love the open space and the new design was recognised with an important national award.

 

The Seafront Gardens in winter

Mid-winter is typically a low time when weather is poor, plants are dormant and wildlife scarce but when I visited the Gardens in December and January I found surprising activity. Flowering cherry trees at the rear of the Gardens were covered in frothy pink flowers and close by, two fragrant shrubs were also showing well: winter honeysuckle with its white trumpet flowers filled with yellow-tipped stamens; sweet box, covered with tiny white starburst flowers, dark green fleshy leaves and shiny black berries. As I was admiring the flowers, several bumblebees flew past, stopping briefly to feed from the cherry blossom.

On the terraced borders above Marine Parade, extensive banks of rosemary were covered in mauvish-purple flowers. These were proving very popular with bumblebees and even in mid-winter, I saw queens and workers foraging busily, collecting sugary nectar and protein-rich pollen from the flowers. The queens were large and furry with two prominent buff/yellow stripes and a grey or pale brown tail, the workers similar but smaller and more brightly coloured. These are buff-tailed bumblebees and their relationship with the flowers is far from one-sided. The flowers consist of two petals enclosing pollen-loaded anthers that beckon seductively at passing insects. The lower petals contain darker markings highly visible to bees helping to draw them in. Each bee that feeds collects additionally a dusting of pollen from the overhanging anthers which they transfer to the next flower they visit ensuring cross fertilisation.

But shouldn’t bumblebees be hibernating at this time of year? That’s what all the books say, but the presence of worker bumblebees collecting pollen suggests that somewhere in the Gardens or nearby there are active nests. Winter active colonies of buff-tailed bumblebees have also been described in South Devon and in Cornwall as well as other locations in the southern half of the UK. It isn’t clear why this is happening but perhaps these bees are taking advantage of the British penchant for planting winter-flowering plants and shrubs. The Langmoor and Lister Gardens with their huge banks of flowering rosemary provide this winter forage for the west Dorset bumblebees.

 

Support your local bumblebees and they will support you

Although buff-tailed bumblebees seem to be doing well in west Dorset, many other species of bumblebee in the UK have declined over the past 50 years. This is bad news because these insects are important pollinators of fruit trees, vegetables and flowers. The decline is largely a result of the agricultural intensification that has changed the look of our countryside leading to the loss of bee habitat, loss of wild flower forage and the use of pesticides.

We can’t reverse this intensification, but we can all help bumblebees by planting flowers in our gardens and by never using insecticides. It’s important to choose a range of flowers that provide food for bees throughout the season: the University of Sussex has a useful guide to bee-friendly flowers (www.sussex.ac.uk/lifesci/goulsonlab/resources/flowers). If we provide flowers, the bumblebees and other kinds of bee will return the compliment, visiting our gardens, pollinating our fruits and vegetables and improving their quantity and quality.

When I returned to the Gardens in early April, I found the rosemary still flowering profusely, showing what an important source of insect food it is. Other plants were also starting to contribute to the forage, and spring insect species were emerging such as the beautiful early bumblebee and red-tailed bumblebee.

 

Philip Strange is Emeritus Professor of Pharmacology at the University of Reading.

He writes about science and about nature with a particular focus on how science fits in to society.  His work may be read at http://philipstrange.wordpress.com/

Katy Howell

“I love the mornings when I wake up and go downstairs before the kids are awake, knowing I have 400 brownies to make that day”, says Katy Howell, creator, cook and owner of Bayside Bakery. That’s pretty much every morning for Katy now, as her brownie business is a brilliant success, ensuring she is busier and busier. Winning a Gold Award at Taste of the West, only one month in to starting the business, Katy’s brownies are claimed, by those in the know, to be the ‘best in the Western World’.

Katy has created a brownie niche for herself, supplying cafes in and around Bridport, as well as operating a stall in Bridport Market and Bridport Food Market. Sending brownies by post in beautiful gift boxes, Katy also creates stunning decorated brownie towers for weddings and parties. She bakes from her home kitchen in Loders. Since starting the business a couple of years ago, her husband Andy has had to extend the kitchen, installing an extra oven, just to keep up. As Andy is a handyman by trade, Katy admits he’s a useful husband to have around.

Previously, Katy worked for 12 years as a nurse in Intensive Care. She trained, worked and lived in Hampshire, alongside Andy, who also used to be a nurse. After a camping trip with friends at Highlands End, they made a life-changing decision over dinner one night; deciding they wanted to live near Bridport and have their children; Rosie and William attend a local village school. On a subsequent trip, they found Loders and knew it was the village for them. The family relocated and haven’t looked back. “I do constantly feel lucky and still pinch myself how lucky I am”, Katy smiles, while leaning over her mixing bowl, with Nina Simone’s Feeling Good triumphantly playing through the speakers.

Selwyn Holmes

Some people’s stories are destined to be entwined. Selwyn Holmes’s ship, carrying him as a two year old,  with his sister and his mother from Canada, docked in the UK only days apart from Danielle’s, which brought her as a child from abroad with her family. The pair attended Kingston School of Art in 1972, where their paths crossed, and stories interlinked. Since putting down roots in the family home in Dorset, the married artists founded Dansel Gallery in Abbotsbury in 1979; celebrating contemporary handmade work in wood.

Originally, the gallery showcased produce from the couple’s workshop in Eype. However, it has grown over the years with some 200 artists now displaying their work, all made from wood. Selwyn has recently moved away from designing practical products and specialises in Spirit Plaques inspired by North American Native Art, evoking visits made back to his birthplace over the years.

This Canadian-Dorset artist feels most at home in the wooden cabin he built, set next to a bubbling stream, nestled among the woodland the couple planted 25 years ago, at the bottom of the garden. Selwyn loves his trees and cares for them year-round. Planting new woodland, coppicing where necessary, using the material for his sculptures and heating the house, this is where Selwyn spends most of his time.

So taken is Selwyn with trees, he and Danielle named their children after the Lime Tree, a favourite in their woodland; Linden for their son and Tilia for their daughter. School governor and Parish Councillor for Symondsbury since 1989, Selwyn is currently combining his skills and interest in history by voluntarily replacing, one-by-one, the dilapidated finger posts in the Parish. Diligently faithful to the original, each one is researched, made from Dorset Oak and replicated in the Dorset Style. A dedication to the much-loved area he lives in and the material he nurtures.

May in the Garden

With April, so far, having been peculiarly dry and bright, I am loathed to second guess how May will behave. Apparently, we’ve just had the driest winter for many years so, if this month proves hotter and drier than normal, it begins to store up problems if the lack of soil moisture becomes a limiting factor on plant growth. It may not be good for our, ‘post-Broadchurch’, tourist industry but I’m hoping for a good spell of rain to redress the balance (sorry).

With clear skies, bringing sun by day, there is always the danger that the night time temperature may drop low enough to produce a ground frost. With that caveat, in the relatively mild southwest, it should soon be safe to plant out tender bedding plants, having grown them to a suitable size under the protection of glass. Keep a ‘duvet’ of horticultural fleece to hand just in case overnight temperatures take a tumble.

If you buy your bedding plants, or tender perennials, from a garden centre then it’s always a good idea to acclimatise them first, by bringing them in at night before final planting out, as the chances are they will have come straight from a nursery’s heated glasshouse, via the garden centre. The shock of a cold night, in the cold ground, will stress them even if it doesn’t completely kill them.

I’ve been experimenting a bit with overwintering ‘one hit’ bedding plants. Last year I grew a white Antirrhinum (‘Snapdragon’) from seed and it produced good, almost woody, plants by the time the summer bedding displays were dismantled in the autumn. I had noticed previously that Snapdragons often survive the winter, albeit somewhat weakened, so it was logical to pot up the best mature specimens and keep them in a cold frame over winter. These plants are currently already trying to flower and will be weeks ahead of any raised anew from seed. Success all round I’d say.

The Cleome, ‘Spider Flowers’, that I grew last year proved to be really good gap-fillers, in the main border, so I’ve sown more but shall deploy them earlier this time as they spent too long suffering, in tiny pots, last year because I didn’t entirely know what to do with them! In fact, this annoyingly dry April has reminded me just how time-consuming it is to keep plants, in pots, well-watered if Dame Mother Nature isn’t doing her job by providing natural overhead irrigation.

The garden I work in is blessed with an ample quantity of garden taps and hose-reels, so there is no part that cannot be reached if watering becomes a necessity. When I used to ‘Design and Maintain’ London gardens, straight after leaving Uni, the first thing we always did, with a new client, was to ensure they got a plumber to install an outside tap, if there wasn’t one already. There is absolutely no point in spending hundreds of pounds on lovely new plants if they end up dying because watering becomes too much of a chore.

It goes without saying that, where at all possible, you should be collecting and storing rainwater, there are loads of products available for this, rather than using good, clean, mains water on plants that, frankly, don’t appreciate the effort that has gone into making drinking water safe for we delicate humans. Also, most of the fancy orchids, along with other exotic plants sold as houseplants, are poisoned by the water that comes out of our taps.

The reason for this was explained to me recently, by an impressive young plant expert from nearby Chideock. Even though I remember it was due to microscopic pores getting clogged, by the stuff in tap water, the precise mechanism of damage went a little over my head. It’s been a long time since I sat in a lecture room learning about active and passive solute movement on a plant cell level!

Back to the macro level; shrubs which flowered in the spring should be pruned this month, now that their flowers have faded. Employ the ‘one in three’ method; prune out the oldest wood / flowered stems so that established shrubs never get the chance to become senile. This maintains the best balance between vigour, flowering capability and youth. Good, old-fashioned, ‘Woolworths shrubs’ (weigela, deutzia, philadelphus etc.) soon become dull great lumps if not kept invigorated by this routine maintenance.

It’s a good maxim to remember, while gardening, that a vigorous plant is a plant more fit and able to fight off pests and diseases. This is why you do all the boring stuff like feeding, weeding, mulching and watering. If the soil is kept healthy then it follows that the plants that rely on it, for their every need, will grow better if that soil is improved and nurtured on a continuous basis. Again, in a similar vein, I feel that I should mount a campaign against soil compaction…

I really do think the most gardens suffer much more than we realise simply because the soil has had all the life squeezed out of it. Spiking and gently lifting the soil, to a fork’s depth, gets air back into the upper root zone and allows water, plus surface applied nutrients, to enter the soil structure.

I was always taught, as a volunteer in National Trust gardens, to keep a border fork handy at all times and to ‘lift out’ EVERY footprint made when walking on cultivated ground. I still endeavour to do this, or at least make a mental note that, having stepped into a border, I must return and aerate the areas that I’ve stepped on. It’s just ‘good horticultural practice’.

As it warms up, ponds and water gardens can be tidied by removing overgrown aquatic plants and re-establishing the balance between the amount of plant cover and the area of open water. Vigorous water plants, irises, reeds, rushes and the like, may need to be decimated, every now and again, to keep them in check. Do not dump these in the wild, where they may become a pest of natural water courses, but chop them up and compost them.

My own, ‘tiny but deep’ (i.e.not child friendly), formal pond has matured nicely to the point where there’s been a frenzy of newt activity going on in recent weeks. I love all the indigenous aquatic life, but it does take a toll on my ‘White Cloud Mountain Minnow’ fry. The minnow population is self-sustaining, in a good year, but new adults must be added, in high summer, if not enough fry survive to maturity. Bigger fish, like the ubiquitous goldfish, would survive without needing to be replenished but they would wipe out the smaller aquatic life. ‘WCMMs’ ensure midge larvae can’t get established but at the expense that they themselves get predated by dragonfly larvae, et al, if not the newts. It’s all part of ‘life’s rich tapestry’ I guess.

May is the month that the garden tapestry gets rich and saturated. If you are not privileged enough to have your own pleasure ground, it’s a good time to get hold of the ‘Yellow Book’ (‘National Garden Scheme’ guide to garden openings) and plan to visit gardens open for charity over the summer. You get all the loveliness of a well-tended garden… with none of the back-breaking work 😉

 

Vegetables in May

Oh joy! Dancing around the Maypole at last! And the added happiness of transplanting our high summer fruiting crops—tomatoes, french and runner beans—and courgettes. The courgette is a beautiful plant, a dramatic size and shape with exotic leaves adding drama to the summer garden.

Sowing the courgette seed on its side helps avoid the seed rotting. Its top edge should be one seed’s width below the soil surface, as with most seeds. This is best done indoors for extra night-time warmth, and try to avoid planting outdoors before mid to late May. Often the slug gets the blame for killing your little plant, but it is usually because it is too cold, the plant is weak and susceptible. As always, fleece will help.

They are a greedy crop, needing at least a square yard each, lots of organic matter, and plenty of soil moisture. Pile lots of compost over the soil around the plant as a moisture mulch. The first fruit never grow large, so pick them small.

So long as they have plenty of moisture, food and warmth, they’ll do well. If growing in a pot, put plenty of seaweed feed in your water to keep them fruiting By August they sense the end of the year coming, and their leaves naturally begin to die back to let the sun in to ripen the fruits below. They get mildew and cause gardeners distress, but it’s quite natural, although keeping the soil well watered will help.

Defender and Black Beauty seem to be the best all round varieties, and keep fruiting into the autumn. The courgette is technically a Summer Squash, and you may like to play with the many exotic and novel varieties on offer. Every year we resolve to pick the fruits young, as they are definitely sweetest, but the plant’s own resolve to grow a huge marrow without you spotting it nearly always succeeds! And did you know there are only three types of people? Those who can count and those who can’t.

 

What to sow in May:

Virtually all summer crops can be sown this month, although it is risky to plant out heat lovers like French and runner beans until late in the month. Also winter cabbage, purple sprouting and second crops of lettuce and beetroot.

All the World’s a Stage

“And all the men and women merely players” said William Shakespeare  in As You Like It. Most of us like to go to the theatre from time to time and we have several well established venues in this area. Bridport has the Electric Palace, the Arts Centre and The Lyric. Various church halls and village  halls  also host performances. This was not always so and outside the town strolling players may have performed in the open air, on village greens.

In the 18th and 19th century troupes of performers would visit Bridport from time to time setting up in fields or rented halls, like the Drill Hall. The Salisbury Company of  Players travelled to Dorchester in 1792 and happened to stop in Bridport. One of their actors, Henry Lee and his wife left the company and set up their own company based in Barnstaple. They had a son, Henry Fitzherbert Lee who eventually changed his name to Herbert Lee, to avoid confusion. The touring company under Henry Lee came to Bridport again and his son, Herbert Lee married a Bridport girl, Charlotte  Balston in the parish church on 3rd February 1823 according to Victor J. Adams in the Dorset Year Book. In 1826 Henry Lee built a theatre in Bridport, near the Bull Inn, partly in a wheelwright’s yard, in Chancery Lane which he named “The New Theatre (Drury Lane) Bridport”.  The site of the theatre is now “Bartholomew Hall”. The theatre opened in December 1826 and a report stated that “it was crowded to excess by all the fashion of the town” for a production of Richard III in January. However the theatre then closed on 23rd February 1827 as the company went to Taunton for a season. They returned to Bridport in1831 and 1834 for six to eight weeks. Herbert Lee is believed to have taken over the Bridport theatre from his father in 1828.

The New Theatre (Drury Lane) was very small. Its total size was only 48ft. long by 21ft wide and 14ft high, which included a stage, dressing rooms, boxes, a pit, gallery and stage and audience door. The outside was of weatherboard with some good low stone walls. Heating and lighting were very basic and Lee’s Stage Manager described it as “the most wretched hole imaginable”. A plan of  Henry Lee’s theatre appeared in Nine Years of an Actor’s Life, by Robert Dyer, 1833. I am indebted to  Ron Bishop and the late John Jaggard, Bridport History Society members, for the details of the theatre. The ticket prices were 3s. in a box, 2s. for a seat on a bench in the pit and 1s. in the gallery. London prices were double these. Usually there were three performances per week with the programme consisting of two parts, beginning with a serious play and after the intermission, a farce or comic songs.

Lee also opened a theatre in Dorchester in 1828, where his company had previously played from 1791 and a renowned actor of the time, Edmund Kean had perhaps been “discovered”. The journal of Mary Frampton for 1814 includes a letter from Mr Wollaston writing “How happy the people of Dorchester may be….having had an opportunity of seeing the great Mr Kean”. This was after he became well known. Did he play earlier in Bridport? A plaque on the side of the Dorchester cafe “The Horse with the Red Umbrella” on High West Street states “Dorchester Theatre 1828 – 1843,  Proprieter Charles Curme. George Curme Mayor 1845, 1886 – 87”. (Plaque noted by Bill Holden, Bridport History Society). In 1830 Henry Lee wrote of the theatre near the Antelope Inn Yard on the Trinity Street site, bearing a resemblance to the old theatre in Orchard Street, Bath. He believed this was where Kean played before his engagement in Drury Lane. Kean was also ordered to appear in Windsor Castle by George III. Florence Hardy wrote in 1930 that Kean had stayed with his wife and child at an inn called “The Little Jockey” on Glyde Path Hill. The child died there and was buried in Trinity Churchyard on 24th November 1813, the headstone reading “Howard, son of Edmund and Mary Kean”. Thomas Hardy was also interested in Kean and wrote in his Facts Notebook that he believed he had succeeded in finding where Kean had played “Octavian”, having met a Henry Davis who had been born in a house adjacent to the theatre.

Returning to Bridport, in 1835 Lee handed over management of  his troupe to one of its members, Edward Dean Davis. Davis converted premises opposite Wykes Court House (now a car park) into a larger and improved theatre in 1836, installing gas lighting in 1843. Prices were reduced to 2s. in a box, 1s. in the pit and gallery 6d. Unfortunately the new building, mainly wooden, was burnt to the ground and following this tragedy the company did not return to Bridport.

In 1834 Bridport Town Hall had been used as an occasional theatre, as a playbill in Dorset History Centre describes. That “celebrated juvenile actor, Master B. Grossmith, but 7 years old” appeared in Travellers’ Trials and “Number Nipp, or the spirit of the Katskill Mountains”.  Then with his brother he performed The Two Barbers. Boxes were 3s., the Pit 2s. with the gallery for servants and working persons at 1s. “Carriages to be ordered at half past ten”. How times change!

Bridport History Society meets on Tuesday 9th May at 2.30 pm in the Main Hall, Bridport United Church, East Street when Jane Ferentzi-Sheppard will discuss “Bridport 1700 – 1930”. All welcome, visitors fee £ 2-50.

Cecil Amor,  Hon. President Bridport History Society.

 

BAC going Forward

It’s fair to say that the first few months in a new job can be a challenge. There are new people to meet, new processes to learn, new procedures, new structures and a new environment to deal with, and on top of that there is often an information overload that can overwhelm even the most confident new employee. But for Laura Cockett, Director of Bridport Arts Centre, the hidden challenges she faced when first arriving to take over the running of one of the finest community arts resources in the South West, left her feeling a little like a sparrow trying to get through a glass window. Enthusiastic plans that she had worked on whilst preparing for her move from Liverpool were met with a barrier that most people were simply not aware of.

Arriving at the end of 2014 she discovered that Bridport Arts Centre was in one of the worst financial positions in its long history and all of Laura’s hopes for new programmes, new initiatives and new energy had to go on hold. Things had reached a tipping point.

With the quiet professionalism that she exhibited throughout those turbulent times she explained what happened next. ‘When I arrived I found out quite early on that the Arts Centre was in some serious financial difficulty’ she explained. ‘I suppose the first six or seven months was very much about a sort of race against time to arrest its declining financial fortunes.’ The situation was so bad that, at Trustee level, discussions were about the risk of insolvency. ‘It was really serious’ she admits.

She embarked on a series of fairly drastic and imaginative cost-cutting exercises as well as a programme of research to see how the Arts Centre could operate sustainably. The job left little room for any rose-tinted hope of a local arts centre muddling through. The only way to progress was to take tough decisions and scramble to find funding. And that also meant getting the message out that Bridport Arts Centre is a charity and like every other local charity it needed local support. ‘We seemed to have stopped saying that’ said Laura. Despite a general perception to the contrary, only 16 – 17% of the money needed to operate Bridport Arts Centre comes from public funding. The rest is raised from ticket sales, private donations, membership and funding initiatives.

She and the Trustees realised that capital development, always a subject under discussion, was now very necessary. However, like in any business, raising capital takes time and immense perseverance. But thanks to a concerted effort, Laura and her team managed to secure a capital development grant that was topped up by donations from the local community.

From then on everybody involved in Bridport Arts Centre found themselves on a rollercoaster, one that often seemed to be on an endless loop. Ensconced in a Portacabin on the forecourt of the old Wesleyan Chapel the team worked on their programmes, sold tickets and carried on the day to day work and the forward planning necessary to run the Arts Centre. At the same time they were dealing with both the inevitable fallout from tough decisions and the unavoidable problems associated with any capital project—not least the difficulties associated with one where the time scale was determined by the threat that funding could be withdrawn if the job didn’t progress in time. Describing it as ‘a really ambitious capital development project’, Laura points out that the current improvements are just one stage in the evolution of the building. ‘We are stewards of this community resource’ she said. ‘I won’t be here forever. The Trustees won’t all be here forever. We are doing our best in the time that we are here to preserve and strengthen the Arts Centre so that it can really go on and thrive, and we need to work with our community to do that. It was a very mad time but we’re really grateful for all the support from the community. And the thing that I think touched us the most was that we raised over £40,000 in donations from local people, which shows how much they care about this venue and how much they believed in what we were doing.’

Now, two and a half years later, Laura feels that she can begin to advance the plans she had before she took the job. ‘It’s as if I’m back to my first day’ she says. ‘Now I’m really able to start focussing on the things that I want to see us doing.’ She has set up an ambitious programme of initiatives that have young people, those with young families, and the local community in general, at their heart. She is very excited about the ‘Backstage Pass’ youth membership scheme, which is free for young people, aged 14 to 25 to join. Through this initiative they can come to a selection of live events in each season for £5 and all films for £3. They also receive a copy of the Arts Centre’s brochure in the post. ‘It’s fantastic to see these young people arriving, clutching their yellow Backstage card and getting their £5 ticket’ she says. The system also has the advantage of helping the Arts Centre to reach the families and friends of those people who may not otherwise have thought to come.

Always concerned about the lack of provision for young people, especially in provincial towns, Laura is keen to expand on another programme run by the Arts Centre. ‘We’ve got a youth theatre which we’ve been running for years, which is now fully subscribed’ she explains. ‘But we’re starting to operate a waiting list and we’re considering whether or not we ought to be running two groups as it’s increasingly popular—because there’s such limited provision for young people.’ In the future she also hopes to start a young producer’s programme which will be promoted through the Backstage Pass membership, as well as through the youth theatre and local schools. The plan is to get a small group of young people together, who will be supported to work with the Arts Centre over a period of time, at least a year. They will meet regularly to create events themselves. ‘It’s a proper development opportunity’ she says, ‘where we will then talk to them about the kind of events that they want to put on. We have secured some funding so that the group of young producers will be given the building and a sum of money for a weekend, for three days, Friday to Sunday, to do what they want, for their peers. And then there is a longer term aim to run a young curators programme.’

As we live in a world where it is increasingly difficult to reach out to young people who are bombarded with digital input on an hourly basis, Laura is keen to ensure that these new initiatives are seen as something enabling and not just a token effort to fulfil a funding criteria. In January she set up a consultation event inviting young people to come along, and not just listen to what the Arts Centre were proposing, but to ask them what they really wanted. She felt the feedback was fantastic, partly because, as she explained ‘We were really honest with them.’ She was clear with them about the limitations. ‘A lot of what I think goes on between young people and organisations and institutions where they live, is that there’s a tendency on one hand to decide what they want and need; and at the other extreme, I think to over promise, and that’s equally bad. What we did is we said, “We need to be really clear about and manage our expectations and your expectations, and let’s just be really frank”, and I think they really appreciated that.’

This effort to inject new energy and opportunity into Bridport Arts Centre doesn’t end with local youth. Laura and her team are working hard to develop the programme in order to make it easier for people to choose what they are interested in, but also to reach out particularly to even younger children and families. ‘We are a multi-arts venue in a small town that is trying to do something for everybody in the community’ she said, ‘and actually the challenge with that is it can make it seem unclear about what we do.’ Because venues like the Arts Centre need long lead-in times to produce programmes, it may not become apparent until 2018 but there are plans to include more shows, more workshops and new themes as well as subtle shifts in what’s on offer, both musically and through other arts projects.  She explained however that, as a venue, Bridport Arts Centre won’t be standing still. ‘We don’t always want to play safe.  We want to be able to take artistic risks and we want to invite our audiences to take risks in what they come and see, to try something new or try something they’re not sure they would like.’ Laura wants to see Bridport Arts Centre as a thriving venue ‘that takes a holistic approach to the way that it delivers work.’

Along with the professionalism that has helped weather the storm of the last couple of years, Laura also has high ambitions and a contagious zeal for the future of the Arts Centre. She hopes to continue to develop the building so that they can attract the very best work in visual arts and in performance. ‘We want to be a venue of national, and even, dare I say it, international reputation’ she says.

And as she says, there is no standing still. A recent successful application to the Arts Council to help the team become better at fund raising means that every time someone makes a gift to the organisation, the arts council will match that money pound for pound for three years.

It is clear that every penny raised makes an enormous difference and with the right support there is little doubt that Bridport Arts Centre has a bright future.