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What is that…

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid…strange light in the sky?

It will not have escaped the notice of the gentle reader that we have been enjoying of late – both here in the UK and, as far as I can make out, also in BC – that nigh-on forgotten of the seasons – a summer! This has – I am sure – come as a most pleasant surprise to all concerned.

Even when the temperatures have not been scorching their way into the 30s Celsius – and thus, as far as we Brits are concerned, into ‘heatwave’ territory – they have hovered really most pleasantly in the mid-20s C. Yet more – such rainfall as we have seen has by and large graced us during the nights – and the skies have featured an abundance of hues azurian in place of their more accustomed fifty shades of leaden.

This is all – frankly – very lovely. The ragtop owners are out in force, topping up their farmers’ tans and reveling in the unaccustomed sensation of the warm, dry wind rippling though their hair. The inns and taverns – such as remain after the recent creeping contagion of conversions to Thai restaurants and the like – are empty! This is, however, only because everyone is outside – the beer gardens and riverside terraces groaning with merrymakers late into the nights.

One thing only troubles me…

If you are a regular follower of these idle musings (what do you mean? – of course you are!) you will doubtless have noticed that I have from time to time posted images of our really rather beautiful gardens. I feel safe here from any accusations of braggadocio because their loveliness has absolutely nothing to do with me. We rent the apartment: the communal gardens being maintained by landscape gardeners at the expense of the owners. Mind you – we do contribute to the upkeep of the gardens at our own apartment in  Buckinghamshire – which are now enjoyed equally by our tenants.

The splendour of these gardens is in large measure the result of the slightly unusual history of the house itself. The building that used to stand on the site was a rather splendid Victorian mansion – set in the middle of mature gardens. As is often the way of such things the house was sold at some point post-war and ended up in the hands of a commercial organisation for a while before  being left empty. Eventually there was a fire, which damaged the buildings to the extent that they had to be demolished.

The developer who purchased the site submitted several planning applications – one after the other – with a view to building apartments. Each application was rejected in turn. Bewildered, he finally he asked the planning officials what they would approve. They pointed him at a picture of the original edifice. As a result we live in a contemporary recreation of a Victorian mansion, surrounded in the mature and magnificent gardens of the original.

I digress! Necessarily – but none-the-less…

The thing that troubles me is that although we love these gardens we don’t actually go and sit in them very much. We don’t take our lunch outside – we don’t picnic under the shade of the oaks. Earlier this year – as soon as the weather turned clement – the Kickass Canada Girl and I rushed out and purchased ourselves a zero-gravity recliner – to avail ourselves of this wonderful facility on our doorstep. It sits – as yet unused – in our hallway!

Now, this is really quite embarrassing. It could be that – because we live in a first floor apartment – the separation between us and the outside world makes things just that little bit too fiddly. We throw open the windows and lean out – enjoying the views and the sun’s rays on our faces – but we don’t go to the trouble of taking everything downstairs and locking the door behind us. Perhaps the fact that it is a communal garden also puts us off a little.

What worries me is that the truth may be that – because we have had to do without one for so long – we have forgotten how to do summer properly! Now, that would be a tragedy!

 

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2 comments

  1. Brian’s avatar

    “Perhaps the fact that it is a communal garden also puts us off a little.”

    Such a shame. I think I’d see a communal (yet private) garden a little like the South quad of the Founders building at RHUL…plenty of opportunity for “people-watching” and the opportunity to enjoy the outdoors in a personal spot you can make your own (assuming good manners on the part of the other garden users).

    Despite having a private garden of our own, our favourite communal “garden” is Roberts Park – the green being divided between a cricket field and a general public area. The formal gardens are kept immaculately and it stretches down to the River Aire and, just beyond, the Liverpool-Leeds Canal and Saltaire. Busy at this time of year with families with children on school holidays but always tolerable.

    Embrace that which is communal if it means enjoying the outdoors and open space.

    Cheers,
    Brian

  2. admin’s avatar

    As you might recall from our Founders quad days, ‘people-watching’ is a favourite pass-time of mine also, and communal spaces are indeed the prerequisite for that. It’s certainly not that I don’t like such spaces, but there are times when one just wants to lie in the sun and be completely relaxed. That means not worrying as to who might be watching in return – which probably means that there should be no-one else around!

    I think the problem is that to get to our garden we have to go downstairs, out of the front door and round to the back of the house. That means locking up – as we can’t see the front of the house from there – and carrying everything that we might need down with us. All a bit of a kerfuffle!

    Oddly it is easier almost to go somewhere else and be outside in other public spaces – which is indeed what we tend to do. We are thus actually outside a great deal – just not necessarily in our own garden.

    Cheers

    Andy

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