We have been pruning apple trees this week. Not just any old apple trees but the old, gnarled, overgrown, Victorian trees planted in the Walled Garden and at other places on the Estate. Mature...
On New Year’s Day, 2019, I went up to the house to feed our stray cat and came home with three snowdrop flowers. Such a mild start to 2019, I’m sure you’ll agree, but...
Stan & Ollie Movie Cold, dark months Now that the glitz and overindulgence of the festive period is well behind us, we turn our attention to the cold, dark months that are always present...
Suddenly it is December – and the year is rushing to a close. On the 17th of the month, we shall have been the legal owners of Bannockburn House for the first of what we hope...
“If you have nothing to do, go plant a tree and it will grow while you sleep” Hard-working Team All our gardening work is carried out by a hard-working, cheery team of volunteers who...
“The falling leaves Drift by the window The autumn leaves Of red and gold…” Autumn Colours What a stunning, colourful Autumn this has turned out to be. The leaves are such wonderful shades...
September Song “But it’s a long, long while From May to December And the days grow short When you reach September” September September is such a special month – it starts warm and...
On the 4th and 5th of August our wonderful volunteers organised a superb and greatly successful weekend. Even the weather was beautiful to go with it. Hundreds of visitors came to explore the house and gardens...
Walled Gardens, Soft Fruit & Orchards As most of our followers and supporters know Bannockburn House now belongs to the community. However, it is not just the house we own. We own the main house, outbuildings...
And so, as the year turns onwards, we find ourselves harvesting apples and picking the first of the rich black brambles. Our apple trees this year are absolutely laden with fruit and we have...
What an exciting time we have been having recently In the last three weeks we have been visited by two former gardeners who were employed (not simultaneously) by Miss Mitchell in the 1950’s. It...
