Posted: Friday 25 May 2012
by Kate Bradbury
A giant pyramid at the end of Main Avenue, Diarmuid’s creation is less show garden, more adventure playground.
My task at this year’s Chelsea Flower Show was to sniff my way around, identifying scented plants and features that would tie in nicely with our special scented issue.
There were some fragrant hyacinths at the Bloms stand and some nice roses from Peter Beales and Harkness. I got my usual ‘Chelsea cough’ walking around the Great Pavilion. And then I visited Diarmuid Gavin’s garden.
A giant pyramid at the end of Main Avenue, Diarmuid’s creation is less show garden, more adventure playground. It’s set on seven floors of rickety scaffolding (which, I learned at the top floor, sways in the wind). It has a washing machine, shower and bath; a viewing platform with binoculars so you can look out to London. Trees burst through the floor like they’ve been there for a hundred years, while climbing roses appear to dangle precariously from each terrace.
The garden has different themes – from formal and elegant on the ground and first floors, to plain silly by the time you get to the knitted scaffolding poles. There’s a greenhouse, a shed, raised vegetable beds and pots of herbs that visitors can touch and feel and smell.
To get up, there’s a choice of ladders or a lift, and the best way to get down is to take the (very fast) flume. Oh and the ‘entrance’ is blocked by a swing. Forget scent, Diarmuid’s garden appeals to all the senses: it’s a sensory sensation.
It was so refreshing to be in the garden, rather than at the back of a three-person-deep queue to get a glimpse of it. I felt that I was part of it, somehow. It wasn’t as polished or beautiful as the other show gardens (my favourite was Joe Swift’s), but Diarmuid’s was like nothing else. It was magical. It was fun.
There’s a serious side to the garden as well. It proves how – with a little imagination – we can bring a bit of the Good Life to our urban existances. Some of us might live in high rise blocks of flats, but it doesn't mean we can't grow plants, fruit and veg, even trees. We can compost. And, in the process, we can have fun.