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gregperason6We are delighted to be joined by another young garden sculptor this season – Greg Pearson . We discovered and met Greg at the Firle garden show and loved the twists , turns and organic forms of his work .

gregpearson1As well as his range of quirky and winsome sculptures for any space, Greg will be bringing a large aspirational piece which will be taking centre stage in our newly revamped border. We cannot wait to see this ! 

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Here is Greg in his own words –

“I am a young sculptor specialising in metal garden features and structures. Brought up in a heavily influential design and art family setting, I have grown a passion for abstract shapes and natural form. I now love creating unique garden and outdoor features working almost exclusively in metal – mostly steel.

gregpearson3I seek inspiration from all types of gardens and settings, and favour the theme of using single lengths of material to create sculptures with unique and provoking shapes and forms, not purposely based on any existing flower or plant – instead creating new ones, to fill the imaginary void in ones garden flowerbed! All of my sculptures are completely handmade, hand bent free form by eye. This lets all pieces be unique and have a natural organic feel.

gregpearson6I’m based in Effingham, Surrey, where I share fantastically well equipped family workshop, and I’m always close nature and inspiration in our garden and surrounding woodland “

Greg Pearson – Garden Sculptor

http://www.gregpearsonoriginals.co.uk

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there can be only one medal awarded this weekend and it will be a Gold medal to my wonderful uncle, Keith, who virtually single handedly sheared our whole flock of Shetland Sheep himself (sorry Jack , I  know you did Jean Brown !) on Saturday. Looking today at the bag full of glorious soft fleeces in all those stunning natural hues I can really appreciate all his hard work and sheer dogged determination to achiveve super hero status in the annals of Sussex prairie history ! Thankyou too to Linda his wife who worked so tirelessly with the other heroine, Pat my mum, in the tea shop !!

Magnus, photo by Charlotte Raven

Here is a brilliant photo of Magnus the ram , (taken by our wonderful friend Lottie) (still with his fleece on !)who succumbs to shearing with ill grace and a lot of under the breath swearing. His macho pysche is always sorely tried and we are treated to his unalloyed disdain and contempt for the whole business! when his fleece is off though he just looks pathetically small and his little sticklike legs are so gangly ! The shearing of the ewes provoked much more hysteria when the lambs couldnt recognise their shorn mums and spent hours trailing about like miserable snivelling orphans !

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now if i could just eat those crumbs...

now if i could just eat those crumbs...

Summer visitors to the garden bring the inevitable and eagerly awaited return of the catwalk cakes.. here is mum’s Victoria sandwich looking pretty much the worst for wear after a severe munching by yesterday’s garden group.See her perfect lines and oh so critical ratio of buttercream to jam…. still the top cake for garden visitors so far in 2011 … will it lose its crown to the hot favourite Coffee and Walnut ? hard to believe …but later on the courgette cake and her lovely sister the sweet apple and apricot will gain the crown .

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Albane's watercolour of our farm

Albane's watercolour of our farm

and time to make our lives extra ordinary … our wonderful french interns Elodie and Albane left today after two months of being here with us like an extended family and we feel sad and bereft of their youth , enthusiasm and exuberance for life… I secretly bottled some it so I can take a few swigs when there are a milion things to do (as always) and no one here to do them all … cloning myself would be a plan but Paul couldn’t stand the tenfold Shouty McShouts that would inevitably follow.. and I would drive my own self mad too !

Forgot to give them the box of french fancies bought especially to show them what real “french” patisserie could be like .. oh dear !  well the whole size zero idea for summer was never going to happen was it !! having opened the box (to look at them and assess the packaging ) the colours are still surprisingly and refreshingly “70’s”.. and are oozing with delcious E numbers… whoa there horsey … I will not be tempted by their siren call tonight …

Otherwise have FINALLY put up the Billy the purple steel  Buffalo at the roadside (its ok now keith ! neither Rome , nor Sussex Prairies  for that matter, was built in a day !)

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what do all these things have in common ? one common denominator – -moi !

the orange cake had just been popped in the oven, I was stoked up with enough painkillers to stun a horse (terrible toothache !) and looking forward to watching the Apprentice .. all running to time ,when frantic ringing of doorbell and ashen faced lady explained they had just met a pig on the road , the B2116 ! our pig of course (the same villain which featured in a blog oh so recently !) dusk falling and clad in a very fetching pinny I sallied out to try and catch said porcine pest.. after frantic flagging down of bemused car drivers, running up and down through stinging nettles and much swearing and helpful suggestions from my assistant pig catchers like “can you not catch it by the ear and drag it ? “er no .. the thing is going to shrug off any such lightweight tactics with no trouble … more frantic running,shaking bucket,throwing bucket , tripping on bramble,(me not pig) swearing sotto vocce as realise nice impromptu pig catchers might disapprove of  bad language , pig finally escapes into my mums veg plot through hedge and thence back to its woodland glen where I fill troughs with enough food to feed them til next week…therafter begins the thankless task of bashing in pegs to all the fencing on road side to stop any further escape manoeuvres… with a trusty head torch I stumble along the fence line , sometimes torn at by brambles, stung so many times by nettles I am devising a new nettle therapy ,cars whizz by no one cares.. pigs annoyingly club together and grumble and pester through the fence wondering what I am up to… our good life has gone horribly askew… fall into bed plotting new pig retaining fences to be installed tomorrow..

and the cake of course burnt to a dreadful cinder !

butter wouldn't melt ...

butter wouldn't melt ...

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If you have bees you have to take the rough with the smooth and the stings with the not so stingy

peaceful beautiful hive at Sissinghurst

peaceful beautiful hive at Sissinghurst

things. Yesterday Paul was “manipulating” the bees ; well sort of sorting through the  hive after the (wretched ) queen had flown with her swarm .. but not so dire actually, because a good several thousand bad tempered bees remained (all vicious ,ugly and mad for no reason except that they had had a bad day as far as anyone could work out  ).. it reads sort of like a low budget  thriller or historical (hysterical in my case, if I have to go anywhere near the things ) novellette as we are hoping they will hatch a virgin queen to replace the queen that bunked off,  but until such times as they do this, it is all hormones,aggression and tears before behive time. So much so that the evil varmints got into paul’s beesuit and stung him on the neck ! .. well if you are thinking this could be curtains for our hero , its wasnt thankfully ! although it could have been ,had he had a bad reaction … I would have been none the wiser as he could have collapsed half a mile away , and the silly thing NEVER has his mobile with him …as he stumbled back with the tell tale bee sting still stuck in his neck he asked me  to scratch the thing off before the poison was pumped through into his neck… you do this with a grisly looking kitchen knife applied to the neck .. would have looked well dodgy to anyone passing by.. anyway all well that ends well !

Just remembered a brilliant rhyme from my childhood … half a pound of mulberry dust ,half a pound of treacle, that’s the way the money goes, pop goes the weasel… now what is all that about and how did it come back into my mind ??would love a mulberry tree ! and a medlar !

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I am sick of pink !pretty pastel shades,candy floss,sherbets,I’ve had enough ! I want dark brooding vermillion;crimson.. big bloody reds, deep scarlets and all things venal ! cutting a bunch of melton pastels is too much .. where are those heaving passionate depths and dark carnality ? Its murder out there and its not pretty in the borders ! and a careless slip of the secateur brings me howling into the house on the rampage for plasters ! .. time for change and time for revenge !

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