Archive for May, 2011

Monday, May 30th, 2011

Barb Jungr- The Man in the Long Black Coat

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How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?
How many plugs can one programme receive before things are getting out of hand?
Yes, and how many trails can the listener endure before they want to change the wave band?
The answer my friends is not very many and the question is when is it going to end?

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many times must the radio announce that an old rocker’s birthday is nigh?
Bob Dylan’s 70 and 70 is the number of times we’ve been told that but why?
The answer my friend is that Radio 4 trails tend to drive the listener round the bend.

This adaptation of Blowing in the Wind was sung by Graham Fellowes (aka John Shuttleworth) on Radio 4 in response to the dozens of complaints about the never-ending trailers for programmes celebrating Bob Dylan’s birthday. Not everyone complained- roll on his 75th! It was a little surprising, knowing how Dylan and his label like to soak every money-making opportunity, that there wasn’t a record release from the great man to go with the wall to wall publicity. But canny Lancashire lass Barb Jungr hasn’t let the opportunity slip by, with the release today of her second album of Dylan covers, The Man in the Long Black Coat. We’ve had to wait since 2002 for the follow up to A Single Grain of Sand but this is, if anything, better. The title track made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck; but for my money the best track is her version of Sara. The original, from ‘Desire’ has always been one of my favourite tracks (a clue can be found in the name of my youngest daughter) but Barb Jungr has improved on the original. Thank you Barb.

Sunday, May 29th, 2011

Ambrose Congreve

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To be happy for an hour, have a glass of wine
To be happy for a day, read a book
To be happy for a week, take a wife
To be happy for ever, make a garden.

These words were quoted by Ambrose Congreve at a luncheon given in celebration of his hundredth birthday. He died this week, aged 104 on a visit to London for the Chelsea Flower Show.

His life epitomises the pleasure that can be gained from a garden, although he was probably the only person in this century to run a garden in Edwardian style.

His garden was Mount Congreve in County Waterford. The garden extended to 110 acres and included four acres of walled garden which were arranged into May, June, July and August borders, filled with flowers for use in the house. There were glasshouses producing grapes, peaches and nectarines. It’s no wonder that he was able to attract the young Albert Roux to work for him before he went on the open Le Gavroche, which became London’s first 3 star Michelin restaurant. After he retired from business aged 77 he devoted his time to the garden and was awarded the Veitch Memorial Medal by the RHS in 1987 and, in 2001, a Gold Medal by the Botanic Gardens in Boston, Mass, for creating one of the ‘Great Gardens of the World’ at Mount Congreve.

In true Edwardian style he employed some 70 people in his garden and the adjoining nursery. His wish is for the garden to remain open after his death and I hope that there are sufficient resources for this to be achieved so that he happiness he created can be maintained.

Friday, May 27th, 2011

Crug Farm Plants

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One of the daftest things I’ve ever done was to travel to Crug Farm, which is on the far side of Wales, near Anglesey, on a Wednesday. After a four hour drive I came to their entrance gate and found a sign which said “CLOSED”. I was just thinking of chancing my arm and ringing the bell when I noticed that underneath the word “CLOSED” was written “This includes you”. But I love the place so much that I returned a few weeks later, on a day when they were open, and returned home, as always, with a car stuffed full of rare plants.

The reason that the plants at Crug Farm are rare is that the owners, Bleddyn and Sue Wynn-Jones, collect the seed themselves on forays to remote corners of the globe. They are the modern equivalent of the Victorian pioneers and no less intrepid. I have lots and lots of their plants at Yewbarrow House, including Tetrapanax (Rex and Empress), Schefflera, Fatsia Polycarpa (like the Japonica but with matt leaves) and Curculigo. The latter has striking ribbed leaves and unfortunately all mine were struck down in the exceptional cold of last winter.

A Curculigo in perfect condition formed part of Crug Farm’s display in the floral marquee at the Chelsea Flower Show. This is the first time that Bleddyn and Sue have come to Chelsea. Their stand was small, but perfectly formed. They not only won gold, but the President’s Medal, an astonishing and in fact unique achievement for first-timers.

No-one deserves their success more than they do. And guess what- Crug Farm now do mail order- so there’s no need to make that eight hour round trip any more.

The photo shows Sue Wynne-Jones in front of the Crug Farm Plants display.

Thursday, May 26th, 2011

Mackies of Lancaster- 10 Years On

“For me Mackies is a Lovemark”
Kevin Roberts, CEO Worldwide, Saatchi and Saatchi

James Mackie leads a double life. The keyboard player (I should say Hammond player) with the Heroes of She made his name with Madness and The Selector. But when he’s not writing songs or playing at the O2 he runs the best interior design business in north Lancashire. He’s not just one of those designers who points to the “in” colour in the Farrow and Ball chart, he gets down and dirty doing the work himself, with a particular talent for trompe l’oeil. He’s done some brilliant work for me, the latest of which is the interior of the Rotunda at Newby Bridge- about which more in a day or so.

Today is the tenth anniversary of James’ firm, Mackies of Lancaster. James is hosting a bash at his elegant Georgian premises in Dalton Square, Lancaster. It’s a testament to how James is regarded by his clients that the boss of Saatchi and Saatchi, Kevin Roberts, has flown in from New Zealand to say a few words on James’ behalf. James is loved by us all, and I was particularly touched by Kevin’s paean of praise, which I rather wonkily captured on my iPhone.

Thursday, May 26th, 2011

Chelsea Flower Show

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These are some random thoughts from the Chelsea Flower Show.

Because of lack of space 7 designs which had received preliminary approval and were fully funded were rejected. I wonder how those designers feel about the inclusion of Darmuid Gavin’s flying pod, which bears the same relationship to gardening as Tracey Emin’s bed has to art. I don’t think they will be consoled by the thought that this is a show and the pod is showmanship.

Out of the 17 show gardens, 8 were given gold, an exceptionally high ratio. Bunny Guinness, who courtesy of the main sponsor, M & G, had one of the best plots and who had the deeply fashionable theme of “sustainable excellence” must have been very disappointed not to be among the golds. I was chatting to the people who supplied all the vegetable plants for her garden, W. Robinson and Sons (known locally as The Mammoth Onion) and they said they were amazed at the sheer volume of her order. It all looked splendid and the result must be a disappointment to Mammoth Onion as well. Apparently the judges said that her paths were too narrow!

Tuesday, May 24th, 2011

Dylan’s Birthday

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Everyone in my generation remembers where they were when they heard the news of JFK’s assassination. I was at school with friends listening to ‘The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan’. It was Dylan’s second album but the first we had heard and it meant more to us then, and now, than the killing of the President. A lot of people in those days revered Dylan as a man with a message, a protest singer, but he’s said all along that he’s only there to entertain and this is what he’s done throughout the subsequent decades. I’m one of those who has gone on to buy everything he has released and if the truth be told some of it has been dire, but this hasn’t mattered in the least because we knew another gem would be just around the corner, and so it has proved, right up to the present day. Strangely, out of the hundreds of tracks he has recorded some of the best are out-takes or unpublished material which was later released on “official bootleg” or Biograph albums. If I was to choose his three best records I would plump for Angelina, Abandoned Love and the acoustic version of Idiot Wind, none of which were released until many years after they were recorded.

It seems a little weird to think that the music we were listening to in 1963 resonates as strongly now as it did then. We are all growing old together, and that feels good.

Sunday, May 22nd, 2011

The Most Hideous House in Cumbria

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Crosthwaite is one of the most beautiful villages in England. It’s in the Lake District National Park and happens to be the location of one of my hotels, the Damson Dene. Because it’s in the National Park there are very strict planning regulations, very few planning applications for new buildings are granted every year and those that are, are subject to very strict regulations. One of these is that the roof must be made with Burlington slate. Not any old slate, which might cut the cost by half, but Burlington slate,which is quarried locally and is exactly the right colour. There’s a good reason for this, which is that every house built in the last few hundred years in this area has used Burlington slate. Any other colour would look out of place.

Every house in Crosthwaite, without exception is roofed with Burlington slate. The houses are made of local stone and some of them are whitewashed. I travel through the village nearly every day on my way from Kendal to the Damson Dene and the journey, which takes me through lovely countryside, is a joy, not least because of the vernacular architecture. But now there is a blot on the landscape, or, as Prince Charles would put it, a carbuncle. One of the beautiful old cottages in the village has covered the slate roof with solar panels. They are ugly beyond belief. The sadness is that the local council, who are Lib-dems, and the local MP, who is likewise, all worship at the altar of Green correctness. In their effort to be seen to be Green they overlook the fact that these panels are almost worthless in one of the least sunny parts of England; that they are only being installed because of a taxpayer subsidy and that the cost is added to electricity bills as a stealth tax which is wholly regressive. Both the owner and the local councillors who permitted it should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves.

Saturday, May 21st, 2011

Lambs grazing on spring grass

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“As the lamb had been kept outside and fed on spring grass, the meat had terrific flavour”

These words are attributed in the Daily Telegraph magazine today to Andrew Fairlie, a chef who runs the restaurant at the Gleneagles Hotel. I’m sure he didn’t really say them; the words will have been put into his mouth by some idiotic PR person, but it was particularly stupid of the sub-editor of the Telegraph to lift them from the text and quote them in large bold type, as if they meant something special. The article was attributed to Christopher Hirst. I wonder if, in his journey up from London to Gleneagles he my have looked out of the window and seen sheep in the fields munching on grass and wondered whether there was something unusual in this. Did he think that most sheep are kept indoors and given a diet of- well what does he imagine a sheep eats if it isn’t grass?

If the lamb at the Gleneagles hotel has a “terrific flavour” it will be down to the bred of the sheep, not the fact that it eats grass out of doors. Looking at the photo accompanying the article, the sheep are a breed known as Blackface, which is the most common breed in Scotland. Nothing special there then. The article says that a room at the Gleneagles can be had for the special price of £470 a night, weekdays only. Included in the price is a view, unique to Gleneagles, of sheep grazing outdoors on spring grass.

Friday, May 20th, 2011

The Wagyu Cattle- Nearly Ready for Slaughter

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During the winter my Wagyu cattle were allowed to roam wild on the fells with the Galloways. The conditions were rougher than expected and they were a little bedraggled when we brought them to their new home in January. They have now swapped the rough fells of the west coast overlooking the Irish Sea for the more benign conditions of Grange-over-Sands, and the three mature bullocks have spent the last three months living a life of luxury indoors on a diet of grain getting into condition for the fateful day which awaits all beef cattle. The photo shows the eldest, Paul, who is now in perfect condition and will meet his fate in about two weeks time. It’s now nearly four years since we started the embryo programme to raise the first pure-bred Wagyus in this part of the world. We will soon see whether bringing up the Wagyus in English conditions outside, with a diet mainly of grass will produce the same excellence as the cattle in Japan, which are raised indoors on a diet of grain. My theory is that the excellence is in the genes and that the diet should be irrelevant, but we’ll see.

Thursday, May 19th, 2011

The Happiest Smile

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I think this is the happiest smile I’ve ever seen. A smile of fulfilment, of achievement and of complete joy.

The smile belongs to Sally and the occasion is the birth of her first child, Florence. Unlike most newborn babies, Florence really is beautiful.

For the last three years Sally has worked tirelessly using her talents to the full in (amongst other duties) overseeing a huge improvement programme at my hotels and, most recently the complete redevelopment of the Sawrey Hotel, which is run by her husband Dan. Now her life belongs to Florence and I will feel privileged to share a piece of it when she comes back to work.