Cambridge is a city of parks, gardens and green spaces, many of which are open to the public for most, if not all, of the year. But not this one. The Fellows' Garden at Trinity College is only accessible to uneducated peasants like me occasionally; like on Sunday when for a small charge (which goes to charity anyway) I could wander unimpeded through this little bit of paradise.
Perhaps I ought to explain who these Fellows are. They are the senior members of the college who, under the leadership of the Master of the College, run the whole caboodle. They also include some long-serving retired professors - presumably no one wants the job of telling them that their services are no longer required. Along with their many responsibilities come certain privileges: the honour of dining at the top table in the college hall, a room within the college and the right to wander about in the Fellows' Garden (though nowadays access to the garden is extended to others at Trinity).
In 1871 Trinity bought this plot of land, which had previously been an old arable field, from the University and had a garden laid out by William Brodick Thomas, who also worked on Sandringham House and Buckingham Palace. From then on the development of the garden has been in the hands of the many great men (and recently great women too) who, besides their academic studies, had an interest in gardening.
The philosopher, Ludwig Wittgenstein, found time to write a twelve-page letter of advice about the gardens which included his belief that "tulips of all contradicting colours...look gaudy and vulgar". He wouldn't have cared for the bed photographed above!
Wittgenstein also troubled his enormous intellect with the course of the paths which the gardener cut through the wildflower meadow. He did not merely criticise however but laid out what he thought was a more pleasing scheme, which is followed by the paths to this day.
A E Housman, who is best remembered as a poet, also took a great interest in the garden when he was not writing authoritative works on Latin texts.
Others were more like F J Simpson, who started off as one of the leading scholars of his day but, having done enough to get himself installed in this great seat of learning, spent the rest of his life wandering around the gardens pruning the roses.
The garden has a path running around its periphery which gives the area its informal name of The Roundabout and was designed for these great men to engage in thoughtful perambulation while refining their ideas and theories. One can't help but wonder how many world-changing inventions and insights were formulated beneath these leafy boughs.
At about this stage of the afternoon my own mind was formulating a vision of tea and cakes. Fortunately my needs had been foreseen by the local Girl Guide unit who were on hand to administer the required sustenance at very reasonable prices.
The gardens seem to be open at around this time every year as part of the National Garden Scheme. Details are published online on the NGS site, which also gives details of all other gardens open under the scheme throughout the year - a useful resource for anyone with an interest in gardens. You may need to know that the Fellows' Garden is on the opposite side of Queens' Road to the College. Though there are some remarkable plantings there too. I'll show you some in my next post.
My brother and my mother complained that I only showed their back view when we went to Thriplow to look at the daffodils recently. So here they are in glorious full-frontal view - my mum Flo and my brother Les.
Wonderful, wonderful shots, John. And a great way to finish the post - say 'hi' to Flo and Les from around the world; they're looking good. The garden looks a real gem - Wittgenstein was wrong about the tulips, though - of course, you don't need me to remind you that Wittgenstein was a beery swine...ReplyDelete
Only according to Monty Python, Mike. In reality he seems to have been much less fun, lacking both small talk and a sense of humour.Delete
Whatever Wittgenstein choses to say - I adore that tulip bed.ReplyDelete
A very enjoyable meander through most delightful gardens and paths along with your witty commentary and gloriously gaudy photo of the tulips! 'Hello!' your mother and brother too!ReplyDelete
What a beautiful place to take a walk. Those flowers and all that color is just what I need to see on this cloudy bleak morning here. Nice to see your mum and brother. Say hello to them from the far north coast of California.ReplyDelete
Great minds and gardens just seem to go together--- moms and brothers, too.ReplyDelete
Hi to your family! Such a beautiful place. I can understand people wanting to work at it!ReplyDelete
Such beauty, and there to enjoy (when allowed) by anyone! We have no close by gardens like this, so I am green with envy. Aunt Flo and Les--such a pleasure to see a photo of them! Wishing I was there again.ReplyDelete
Lovely ... lovely ... lovely garden.ReplyDelete
Very beautiful, John. There is so much to see and enjoy there. Nice to see your mom and brother! :)ReplyDelete
What a treasure of a place. Made all the more special by the thought of all those learned men perambulating. Greetings to your lovely mum and brother too.ReplyDelete
I think the riotous tulips are great. Looks like a very pleasant place for lofty thinking. Long distance wave to your mum and brother.ReplyDelete
That 4th very colourful photo is amazing! What a neat garden. Glad you could get your mom out. I can really relate to the perambulating prof developing his theories while walking round the garden. Some of my best thinking happens on a walk.ReplyDelete
I would love to wander around there! Your mum looks like such a pleasant person...I would love to meet her. How old was she in WWII?ReplyDelete
I love everything about the garden. Glad you got in there; a Yankee like myself would have been barred at the gate. "Hi, John's Mom."ReplyDelete
That was a very wonderful post - I see that I studied (and worked)at a far to modern university.ReplyDelete
What a lovely garden, with so much history too. I could feel the sunshine when I looked at those colourful tulips. I'm sure I too would experience some deep thoughts if I perambulated in the footsteps of those great minds.ReplyDelete
Hi John - lovely post and wonderful words and information - let alone the glorious photos - glories of flowers indeed. Seeing your mother with your brother is a treat - excellent they had the temerity to complain!! Fun ... I'd love to get up to see the gardens, sadly not this year ... one day - cheers HilaryReplyDelete
A gorgeous garden John. Nice narrative and glad to see that your mum is out and about. Hope you have a wonderful rest of the week.ReplyDelete
A beautiful garden and the tulips are gorgeous, what could a cheerless philosopher possibly know about beauty. Nice to see a photo of your mum and your brother. Your mum looks well.ReplyDelete
What a beautiful collection of tulips (and other flowers) - so many lovely colours, and looking great in the sunshine too. Lovely photo of your mum too :)ReplyDelete
Beautiful photos and garden and I like to think of the great men who thought as they walked in these surroundings. Yes, I did say men, they are the ones who come to mind.ReplyDelete