Posted: 06/09/2015 at 19:08
We didn't really plant the vine for the grapes - I wanted a vine because the farmhouse I grew up in had two vines growing all over the front of the house and I was desolate when my parents' builders took them down because the old bricks of the house had become porous and the wall needed rendering. I remembered leaning out of my bedroom window and picking sour grapes, and coming home from school on an autumn day, walking down the drive seeing the glorious reds, oranges and purples of the vine leaves against the house walls. I wanted something on a trellis wall at the side of the dining area on the terrace that would be like that.
We visited special friends who were just starting on making a garden for the dream home they'd been making out of a lovely old Suffolk barn - I mentioned that I was looking for something that would give me those autumn colours and Frank suddenly grabbed a magazine cutting about the vine Boskoop Glory - it seemed to be just what I wanted. I bought the vine and planted it three years ago.
Two years ago next June dear Frank died of the cancer he'd fought so bravely. The leaves of my Boskoop Glory are turning wonderful shades of purple, pink and orange and I see it every time I look out of the window or step out of the door, and I think of my dear friend, his dear wife and his lovely children who loved him and miss him so much.