Well, that’s better.
The week before last I took three whole days off work to cram my head choc full of foundation depths for single-skin versus retaining walls. At the same time as learning appropriate plants to use in carpet bedding schemes and the maintenance routines for prairie plantings. All part of the eclectic syllabus that is the RHS Level 3 (the Advanced as was: these days have to use the new but singularly uninformative new way of referring to the same qualification).
Then I took two utterly horrible exams. Well, they weren’t that horrible as it was such a relief to offload all that information from my perilously overstretched brain and splurt it out onto the paper, but I won’t know if I passed till at least the end of this month if not August.
I’m doing my RHS3 at Bicton College in Devon: set in what was once a stately home in Grade I listed parkland, it’s really a very fine sort of place for what is, in the end, rather a down-to-earth sort of establishment. It’s full of teenagers messing about trying to crash tractors and build York stone patios in fields and do obscure things to meerkats (there is an animal care centre of some sort there: I think, but am not sure, that it trains veterinary nurses).
And then there are the oldies: people like me and the motley crew of gardeners, plant nursery workers and general horticultural whizzes I was privileged enough to share a class with. They included the former editor of the Westonbirt magazine and the lady who organises Sidmouth in Bloom. It was all a little humbling, as these things should be.
Anyway, the reason I started explaining all this is because my final exit from Bicton (until next year: if I take a third module I get my Diploma so I thought I may as well get it all done at once) was down the college’s world-famous 500 metre long monkey puzzle avenue.
They propagate hundreds of monkey-puzzle trees from the avenue every year in Bicton’s greenhouses and sell them on: and some go to replace those in the avenue which have finally decided enough is enough. The result is a pleasing variation in size and texture in the trees which gives the avenue a kind of rhythm all its own.
It’s 26 metres tall, the largest specimen in the UK, and its girth is 4 metres round. Quite a tree.
Of course monkey-puzzle nuts are also edible: Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, no less, has attempted to climb Bicton’s trees to snaffle some to try (he didn’t manage it: monkey puzzles are notoriously difficult to climb, so difficult, in fact, that they would puzzle a monkey. Funny, that).
The nuts are described as soft and like pine nuts or perhaps Brazil nuts – light and delicious. Trouble is, you need at least six female trees to each male to get nuts: so as long as you’ve got the sort of room Bicton has, you can grow your own. Otherwise, I can’t find a supplier in the UK: so you’ll just have to go and talk very, very nicely to the gardeners at Bicton. See you there.
Diana of Elephants Eye said:
hope the meerkats are OK?
The Constant Gardener said:
Well they look cheerful enough – there's a little enclosure behind the vets bit and they're quite often to be seen scampering about in there. So I'd guess whatever they're doing to them in lesson time can't be too unpleasant!
Jonathan Chambler said:
Nice post 🙂Ford Tractor Forum
Stephen Fisher said:
Hi I was at Bicton on the Arb Course in 2004 as a mature student Nobby the guy that climbed the trees with Hugh Fearnley-Wittingstall was one of my tutors. I loved driving up that drive and miss it so much. I got top arb student that year ! great times would love to go back to have a look, now living in France but still hanging out of trees for a living at the ripe old age of 57.
That’s brilliant Stephen – what a lovely story, and lucky you to have Nobby as your tutor! Now there’s a man who loves his trees…. 😀