Broadwoodside is the garden of Robert and Anna Dalrymple. Located some 20 miles east of Edinburgh in Gifford, East Lothian, Broadwoodside is a garden of subtle humour and artful plantings.
When the Dalrymples bought the property in the late 1990s, it was nothing but a collection of derelict farm buildings. Since then, under their direction, gardener Guy Donaldson has planted a series of gardens nestled within walled courtyards and in areas outside the walls.
Guy is responsible also for maintaining this elegant and inventive garden, and his work is impressive.
He and owner Anna Dalrymple were on site to answer questions when the group I was hosting toured the garden in September. We visited on a grey day that kept breaking its promise to brighten. No matter. Before entering the first of the courtyards, I knew we were going to see a special place. Perched on top of one of several stone walls was a ball, striped in black and white. It wasn’t extraordinary in itself, but it did cause me to peek over the wall and into the apple orchard beyond. Here I saw the first of many features that gave the garden its special flair.
Inside the first courtyard, a checkerboard alternated cobbled and planted squares. Dominating the centre was a stylish bird cage that housed the Dalrymple’s parrot.
Centred in eight of the squares were maple trees (Acer platanoides) trimmed to lollipops. Each tree was underplanted with something different, with square-trimmed boxwood or boxwood balls, ornamental grasses, pachysandra or rosemary. As I mentioned last week in my post about doing the unexpected, a label hung from each of the maple trees, misidentifying the trees as walnuts, limes, willows and other impossibilities.
This playful touch continues throughout the garden, both in its plantings and its art. Under the entry gateway, skinny bell-like annuals reach upwards towards the mirrored shape of bells hanging down.
On a beautifully maintained lawn, ship’s windows lie flat on the ground, mirroring the sky and suggesting an entry point to a watery underworld.
The straight-line arrangement of buildings at Broadwoodside dictates the shape of the enclosed garden areas, and the long rectangular pattern has been embraced as a defining design feature. A path through the Upper and Lower Courtyards leads to a kitchen and cutting garden where a rectangular pool continues the line.
An avenue of hornbeams on one side of the house, skillfully planted to make the distance appear longer than it is, is mirrored by the straight lines of white fireweed on the other.
A stretch of grass seen through a vase-topped gateway leads the eye down yet another garden path.
Although Broadwoodside’s design is strongly linear, nothing about the garden itself is straight. Or at least, not straightforward. That’s where the humour comes in. On the wall where Anna Dalrymple served us coffee and banana bread (so delicious that the garden was referred to afterwards by members of our group as the Banana Bread Garden), the writing was on the wall. Literally.
Across the courtyard, more writing appeared on the wall, but this time it was all Greek to me.
Plantings were equally inventive. In the Lower Courtyard, espaliered apples and pears hugged one wall
while agapanthus in pots hugged another.
In the centre of the courtyard, a mass of Madonna lilies scented the whole.
And the colours! I loved this planting of smoke bush (possibly Cotinus coggygria ‘Royal Purple’ ) and Euphorbia (I don’t know the variety name) particularly combined with the blue posts and the red window frames.
Formal geometric lines can make a garden predictable, but that’s not the case at Broadwoodside. In this garden nothing can be taken at face value. A stone plinth, just the right height to sit on, held a mock-Latin inscription that made me scratch my head. (Only as I was writing this piece did I figure it out.)
Classical references abound, but they aren’t treated too seriously.
Kenneth Cox, writing last year in Scotland for Gardeners called Broadwoodside “one of Scotland’s finest contemporary private gardens…” This year, Garden Design Journal described it as a garden that “employs all the classical devices of symmetry, perspective and precise alignment … in such a witty fashion that the familiar becomes fresh and exciting.”
I agree. This is a garden to admire and to inspire. A garden worth returning to.
Great post. I love words in art, so I’m also inspired. I’m also trying to emulate the Brits (apologies to the Scots here) by coppicing my smokebush. It struggles, but I’m persisting.
I also am a big fan of words in art, whether indoors or out. What were the words on the side of that box you pictured the other day? I remember passing it but couldn’t read what it said.
I also am a big fan of words in art, whether indoors or out. Wjat were the words on the side of the box you pictured the other day? I remember passing it but couldn’t read what it said.
A bit of a challenge fixing this one up……beauty!!!!!!
I can’t imagine what it was like inside those buildings before they started the reno — a pig sty?
I can’t imagine what it was like inside those buildings before they started the reno — a pig sty?
What an amazing restoration and the garden is certainly a rare treat. I love the bells. Do you know what their purpose was before they became ornaments?
Good question, Marian. I don’t know how the bells were used but I’ll ask when I’m there next September… if I remember!
I also am a big fan of words in art, whether indoors or out. What were the words on the side of that box you pictured the other day? I remember passing it but couldn’t read what it said.
Good question, Marian. I don’t know how the bells were used but I’ll ask when I’m there next September… if I remember!
Gorgeous garden. And yes, that is an amazing view through the gates to the narrow lawn. Pam/Digging: http://www.penick.net/digging
It is truly one of the most interesting gardens I’ve seen in a long time.
Lots and lots of interesting stuff here. I love the ships windows sunk into the lawn and the espaliered fruit trees. Sorry I missed the banana bread.
There was a lot of good stuff in this garden, far more than I could show. I loved the portholes, too — even more than the banana bread.
Portholes – right. You can see I am pretty much a landlubber from the flat lands.
And living right next to Lake Michigan? How can it be?