The Plot Thickens

Hi, I’m Karen Meadows. Thank you for visiting The Plot Thickens.

I’m lucky enough to be the tenant of one of fifty large allotment gardens in the middle of the small and beautiful stone town of Stamford in England’s East Midlands. The gardens were first created by Brownlow Cecil, 4th Marquess of Exeter in the mid 1800s and their layout has remained virtually unchanged. Between the plots we have some 200 old apple trees, many of them rare varieties, and in 2017 Natural England awarded the gardens heritage orchard status.

On reaching the garden gate, it is tantalising to wonder who was opening it 50 years ago, 150 years ago, possibly even 250 years ago ... Who planted the old apple trees? Who trimmed the hedges and dug the vegetable patch? Who drank lemonade in the summerhouse and played on the swing? 

 

Follow our quest to discover our gardening forebears, what they grew, and what shenanigans they got up to. Be prepared for numerous diversions and musings along the way about gardening life here in our quiet (and occasionally not so quiet) little corner of Stamford.

If you haven’t discovered our website yet, do head over to Waterfurlong Orchard Gardens, where you will find a wealth of information about our gardens and gardeners, past and present.

And now for the small print...

The Plot Thickens is a non-commercial blog. All recommendations are based on personal preference and my own or our other gardeners’ own experience. Payments or free goods are not accepted in return for reviews of products and services. If an exception is made this will be clearly stated.

All words and images, unless otherwise credited, are my own. If you would like to copy text or images, I’d kindly ask that The Plot Thickens gets a positive mention and a link back to this blog.

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May 30, 2019

One of my most magical childhood memories is finding a White Plume Moth on a leaf and believing it to be either a tiny angel or a fairy.

Dusk in early summer is the best time to see these delicate beauties, which are not uncommon in dry grassland and can sometimes...

May 26, 2019

THE DELIGHTS OF PARIS, A WEDDING, FIVE CHRISTENINGS,

AND SETTLING DOWN IN STAMFORD

Paris in the 1860s

1863

In 1863 I went for my holiday with my father & Mrs S No 2(TS's stepmother) to the Lake District - Windermere &c and had a very enjoyable trip, so much so that I made...

May 24, 2019

CYGNETS SAILING DOWN THE MILLSTREAM

'A pair of swans that have made their headquarters among the osiers at the bottom of Breadcroft gardens have lately attracted the attention of pedestrians by sailing down the Millstream freighted with three little cygnets.' Stamford M...

May 22, 2019

The trees are coming into leaf 
Like something almost being said; 
The recent buds relax and spread, 
Their greenness is a kind of grief. 

Is it that they are born again 
And we grow old? No, they die too, 
Their yearly trick of looking new 
Is written down in rings o...

May 19, 2019

ST MARTIN'S VET ROBERT JAMES EXPOSED AS A FRAUD

You might remember our post last year about John Swan, the Waterfurlong gardener and veterinary surgeon whose Wharf Road premises were devastated by Stamford's great flood of July 1880. A correspondent on ancestry.com rece...

May 15, 2019

Queen Anne's lace

dandies up

a ditch, like

embroidered

hankies

in a farmer's

pocket.

Such tiny seed-

pearl petals

seem hand-sewn by

seraphim to their

purple

Centers yet they

thrive 

in common places,

fine as tatted 

borders, blanket-

stitched to burlap.

From 'Telling Tales of Dusk' with...

May 12, 2019

This magical, painterly photograph was taken back in May 2003 by Waterfurlong gardener Huw of his little nephew Fred running down the lane through the fallen horse chestnut blossoms.

We've recently discovered that the trees lining the west side of Waterfurlong were plan...

May 9, 2019

"YOU ARE A WHORE AND A BUNTER AND YOU KEEP A FANCY-MAN!" ​

Victorian Waterfurlong gardener Edward Winterton grew up in one of Stamford's notorious slum courts - Protection Yard off Scotgate. He somehow managed to secure an apprenticeship as a carver and gilder, (probabl...

May 4, 2019

In the cowslip pips I lie,

Hidden from the buzzing fly,

While green grass beneath me lies,

Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,

Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay,

Waiting for the time o' day.

While the forest quakes surprise,

And the wild wind sobs and sighs,

My home rocks as like to...

May 1, 2019

At last the gardening year proper is here and April has seen a frenzy of activity in Waterfurlong - potatoes put in, lawns mown, sweet peas planted out, and the month began with gardener Jo's cunning April Fool's joke, which tricked nearly everyone!

What a luxury i...

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