Eryri – Snowdonia. I lived there once

I used to live in North Wales, back in the mid-1970s. Many London hippies did. We were “getting back to the land” although most of us knew nothing about land. If I remember correctly, I hitch-hiked to Wales with a backpack full of brown rice, a pot of Marmite and, I guess, some clean clothes. I think my mother packed the clothes.

I lived in a small caravan by a river for just a week. I then moved from house to house, enjoying the comfort of strangers. It was a fine summer full of mountain hikes and ice-cold rivers. I was skinny and brown, my hair almost down to my waist. I rode horses – bareback. I was macrobiotic and probably malnourished but I was healthy and happy. All of us hippies got together frequently. We talked of mushrooms and wildflowers and poultices and poetry and getting back to the land we’d already got back to. Sex and drugs were abundant. There was no need to talk of sex, it was everywhere. We talked about it nonetheless. There was a lot of dope. An apt name I discovered later. There was music. We listened to the Grateful Dead and The Incredible String Band. Clapton was still God. Some of us played music. Some well, most not.

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I needed to garden. I needed a job. After the summer, I started work at Plas Brondanw, then the home of Clough Williams-Ellis, the creator of Portmeirion. Decades later, just last week, I returned to Snowdonia, to walk the mountains, visit friends, and look at stone.

Here are some pictures of Plas Brondanw, a Welsh-Italianate garden.
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IMG_7378 (2)After Plas Brondanw, I worked at Portmeirion.

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IMG_7423 (2)A silly, lovely place.  But it was the mountains that interested me the most. Raw and beautiful, often pouring with water, criss-crossed  by Roman roads and rock-walled  sheep pens. My time there was one of the most powerful in my life. I was pleased to visit it again and pleased that I no longer live there.
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My book is born

It has arrived. My advance copy. The publication date is September 18, 2018.

It took me ten minutes to open the package.

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Part of  the book’s dedication is –

And for the gardeners of the world.

You with the crazy eyes and rough hands.

You who are so much in love with growing things.

You artists and scientists, poets and painters, protectors and advocates.

You who fall in love again and again.

You know who you are.

It has arrived.   它已经到达 Det er kommet  זה הגיע     Het is aangekomen Il est arrive Sie angekommen ist Έφτασε Ini telah tiba Ito ay dumating È arrivato  それが到着した  Chegou  Он прибыл Ha llegado Den har anlänt มันได้มาถึง O geldi  Mae wedi  cyrraedd    Він прибув Je prišel To prišlo Stiglo je Dotarł 그것은 도착 했다  Nws tau los txog  Stigao je     وقد وصلت   Dit het aangebreek.

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I will let it sit on the table for awhile. And then I will approach it with caution. But don’t you do the same because this is a lustful book and you, lustful reader, should devour it.

Or, you could just read it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

65 and still alive

I turned 65 on July 1. With what seems like astonishing speed I went from 42 to 65. To celebrate my birthday and also to look at places and plants new to me, Mary and I took a trip to Dubrovnik, then to Montenegro, Albania and Greece.

The first stop was Dubrovnik. It was founded in the 7th century. Its history is the history of the Mediterranean world. In 1991 it was shelled by the Yugoslav People’s Army (JNA) and badly damaged. Today, only the newer tile roofs of the repaired houses indicate it was ever damaged. But some 60 people died in yet another pointless internecine struggle.

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From Dubrovnik south to Montenegro and the city of Ulcinj. And a little sailing.

IMG_6916 (2)Sailing being looking at this beautiful sailboat from the shore.

Then to Albania and a couple of days spent in the Llogora National Park.

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With wind blown black pines (Pinus nigra)

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and the remains of one of Enver Hoxha’s 173,371 concrete bunkers, used to observe and repel any potential invasion.

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Growing in the rubble is Digitalis ferruginea.

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Phlomis fruticosa

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and Pterocephalus perennis (I think).

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The Ceraunian Mountains drop sharply to the Ionian Sea.

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Down to a lovely bay which was once a Soviet submarine base.

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On to Greece. The Peloponnese. Olives and grapes everywhere.

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And Smokebush (Cotinus coggygria)

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Euphorbia dendroides coming into leaf.

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Genista lydia in full flower.

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Echinops spinosissimus

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So many plants. So little time.

I think I will return. In Spring. This time to Crete.

 

 

A walk around town

I live in a small town east of San Francisco. It is on San Pablo Bay, part of the larger San Francisco Bay. I have lived here for four years. It is home and yet not home. Do ex-patriates ever feel completely at home ?

These are pictures from a morning walk from 6 a.m. to 8 a.m. The light becomes hard quickly at this time of year.

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Many have good gardens.

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Some do not.

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Palms and redwoods, ubiquitous by the Bay.

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Carquinez Strait

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It’s California, we need our chakra balancing, apparently.

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I come home to my small house and garden, greeted by Manihot grahamii. Gardening isn’t easy when you travel as much as I do. I have had big gardens. I am content with this one. For the moment.

Some plants and animals of Sarawak

I have just returned from ten days in Sarawak, Borneo. As jet-lag befuddles my brain and words come up short, here are a few photographs.

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Alocasia robusta

Ficus rosulataFicus rosulata 1 (2)

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Licuala orbicularis 2 (2)

Licuala orbiculata

Nepenthes albomarginata (2)

Nepenthes albomarginata

Flying lemur (2)

Flying lemur

Bako 1 (2)

Bako National Park.

Kerangas 2 (2)

Kerangas (Heath Forest)

Bornean Keeled Pit Viper

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Octomeles sumatrana 3 (2)

Octomeles sumatrana in Mulu National Park.

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Dipterocarp

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Nepenthes reinwardtiana

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Fishtail Palm (Caryota no) outside the Deer Cave, Mulu National Park.

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Twelve ( possibly thirteen) species of bats live in the cave.

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The bats come out in waves.

My thanks to Chien Lee http://wildborneo.com.my/

for helping me with my itinerary.

Some plants and animals of Sarawak

urbane horticulture

I have just returned from ten days in Sarawak, Borneo. As jet-lag befuddles my brain and words come up short, here are a few photographs.

Alocasia robusta (2)Alocasia robusta

Ficus rosulataFicus rosulata 1 (2)Nepenthes veitchiiIMG_6043 (2)Licuala orbicularis 2 (2)Licuala orbiculata

Nepenthes albomarginata (2)Nepenthes albomarginata

Flying lemur (2)

Flying lemur

Bako 1 (2)

Bako National Park.

Kerangas 2 (2)

Kerangas (Heath Forest)

Bornean Keeled Pit Viper

Bornean keeled pit viper 2 (2)Octomeles sumatrana 3 (2)Octomeles sumatrana in Mulu National Park.

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Dipterocarp

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Fishtail Palm (Caryotano) outside the Deer Cave, Mulu National Park.

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Twelve ( possibly thirteen) species of bats live in the cave.

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The bats come out in waves.

My thanks to Chien Lee http://wildborneo.com.my/

for helping me with my itinerary.

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