RHS Sandringham Flower Show and other stuff


Sunday saw us taking my parents to the RHS show at Sandringham.  The show gardens were a lot smaller than RHS Chelsea (think RHS Chatsworth) but it was easier to see things and the ticket price was more manageable!





This was, I understand, the first time the RHS has done a show from Sandringham and at a little over an hour away from us it was a no brainer for a trip out.  It was well worth it as can be seen from the few random photographs posted.  I didn’t buy anything but have come away with a wish list of plants, top of which is hydrangea paniculata though that has been floating around for a while now.






Saturday, I met with a couple of friends I have known since we were teenagers (and a bit before) which was absolutely lovely though I think our conversation differs somewhat now from when we were 16.  I certainly don’t remember instructions to tradesmen featuring quite so large as a teenager.  


I gifted (some might say dumped) strawberry jam, marrow and ginger jam, gooseberry and lemon curd, pear and walnut chutney and a very large punnet of blackberries on one of them - the other is currently living in a renovation project so possibly not ideal.  


She was staying with her sister.  I understand she still has the gooseberry and lemon curd and the blackberries.  The rest her niece has purloined for student/holiday job digs.  All I can say is “does she want some more?”.  The way things are going I could probably keep half her course in sugar fix.  I’m sure the lecturers would love me!


I then decided to go down to the container and collect an occasional table I have always liked, to replace a nest of tables that I like rather less but which have been given house room for the best part of 2 decades because, in theory, a nest of tables is a more practical option.  In practice we tend to use the floor in preference to getting the tables out.  We are slobs, what more can I say?   The nest of tables is now on eBay and has a bid which, even if not that big, does mean it will be on its way out of the house come next weekend and we will have something towards a gas BBQ for the motorhome.  Result!


Beyond that, I watered the veg garden and pots, with a watering can!  I sense this may be a recurring feature for the next few weekends.  It takes an age!

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