Digging Deep With Master Gardener Andrew Turvey
It was a rather steamy afternoon at Hatfield House in August. One of ten Treasure Houses of England still privately owned, yet open to the public, this masterpiece of Jacobean architecture was built by Robert Cecil, 1st Earl of Salisbury in 1611 and was the childhood home of Elizabeth l. Four hundred years later it is still occupied by the same family. Currently in residence is the 7th Marquess of Salisbury.
There are forty acres of gardens at Hatfield House, exploding with whimsy and symmetry and grace. The legacy of the landscape is renewed as each generation honors a commitment to restore and innovate. The latest installation is a work in progress in the East Garden, where a seriously magnificent fountain is still in the design stage. I can’t wait to see it spout water! Also new, technology has just freed up precious gardening time, with the addition of two robotic mowers.
Lucky me that I picked Wednesday for a visit, as that is the day the East Garden, the family’s private outdoor paradise, is open to the public. And that is where I first met Andrew Turvey, Head Gardener…on the steps in the East Garden as he was finishing up his day’s work.
In retrospect, I did not spend enough time inside the house. The architecture, furnishings and collections of art, books and artifacts warrant a more thorough tour.
But I could not wait to get out into the gardens. I saw them first through a window…
As I walked and admired I lingered in spots that became my favorite, one lovely landscape after another, stunning in design and execution. I could feel the Romans in this garden. They were after all, the first English gardeners, having conquered Britain in the 1st Century AD.
One of only a few late afternoon visitors, I found myself alone in fanciful spaces, feeling very princess-like.
Rather brilliant timing I think, that Andrew Turvey and I crossed paths in the garden. We began a conversation. I remarked upon the balance of formality and intimacy and told him that I had been a volunteer gardener on Alcatraz for several years. Many happy mornings were spent dead-heading pelargoniums in the middle of San Francisco Bay.
Before we parted ways, the Head Gardener at Hatfield House invited me to come back, kindly granting me an interview for my blog, Call of the Couve. The very last day of my month-long visit in London with family, I took the train to Hatfield where Andrew Turvey met me at the Renaissance Fountain and then led me down a path to the toolshed. We sat there talking and occasionally he needed to respond to text messages. “Ah, the sheep have arrived!” He looked very pleased and relieved about that. I took pictures, asked questions, and then we went for a walk. Ever seen a whiteboard list of tasks which include, “build rope raft to island”?
Turvey explained to me that the gardeners must take care of their tools, and hanging them on the wall where everyone can see how tidy you are (or not) is motivational.
At thirteen years of age Andrew Turvey entered an agricultural school for boys, close to his home in the Quantock Hills of Somerset. One goes there with the intention of becoming a farmer, but the horticultural curriculum was most interesting to him. “I set out to be a farmer and fell in love with gardens.”
At the time of his matriculation, Andrew’s mother was the acting School Matron, and that circumstance led his teachers to bestow upon him the nickname, Matron Junior. Very impactful as well at age thirteen, was a television program he watched about the discovery and restoration of a forgotten Victorian garden abandoned since World War l, “The Lost Gardens of Heligan”. He says he knew right then, that he wanted to restore great gardens.
In rather meteoric fashion Andrew Turvey has made this happen. Foundation-wise his schooling was topped off with a 2-Year Diploma at RHS Gardens, Wisley, where he worked in eight different departments.
If you ask him which accomplishment to date he is most proud of, the answer is “my six years as Head Gardener at Myddelton House Gardens”. These were the gardens of Edward Augustus Bowles (1865-1954), horticulturist, writer, responsible for the term, “galanthophile”, which refers to passionate collectors of Snowdrops.
Those harbingers of Spring sprouted up between the bricks in my mossy San Francisco garden, planted in 1929. Emerging from the cold earth, I thought them very sweet, impervious to Winter’s lingering chill and I tried not to step on them. But before my chat with Andrew Turvey, I had no idea that Snowdrops were so revered and coveted. Myddelton’s rare cultivar, ‘Galanthus Plicatus E.A. Bowles’ was acquired on eBay for a record-breaking 357 English Pounds and the annual Ultimate Snowdrop Sale at Myddelton House Gardens is a big deal. There is even a Snowdrop Day at the National Botanic Garden of Wales.
E.A. Bowles would be proud of Andrew Turvey for having restored his beloved gardens to their original state. During Turvey’s tenure, foundations of glasshouses were discovered and subsequently rebuilt. Very gratifying. The Victorian era was known for its beautiful glasshouses and for its many advances in horticulture. During this time, British garden designer Gertrude Jekyll ( 1843-1932) created more than four hundred gardens in her innovative sought-after Cottage Garden Style, introducing colorful flower borders with a touch of wildness, breaking ranks with formality.
“There is no spot of ground, however bare or ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight”— Gertrude Jekyll
After our chat in the tool shed, Andrew and I went for a walk over to the Old Palace, built in 1485. Acquired by Henry Vlll to be used as a nursery for his children, this is where Elizabeth l grew up. It is a fine example of Medieval brickwork.