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English gardens in Provence

The two gardens I enjoyed the most on my recent jaunt around gardens in the French Riviera were the private ones where we were welcomed by the owners. I can relate to the scale, the personal vision and the detail that comes in good private gardens.

When gardening is on terraces, as most of these gardens I visited were, long walkways are a common design feature. La Mouissone

La Mouissone, near Grasse, may have a French name but the owner and hands-on gardener, Lady Lockett, is as English as they come, even though she has lived there for many years – presumably since they purchased the property in 1998. A down to earth (how appropriate), characterful and energetic woman, it was a delight to be taken around by her.

There is a whole lot more than stonework to La Mouissone but there is also a whole lot of stonework. The stone masons were mostly Moroccan. I asked, having admired splendid Italian stonework in the past.
I liked that the stonework was not all the same. It is interesting to look at different styles and techniques.

Our tour leader told us in advance that it had taken 15 stonemasons 10 years to build the walls, or was it 10 stonemasons for 15 years? And Lady Lockett cheerfully told us the stonework cost a million euros. Gulp. As a result, I expected a garden which was all about stonework but au contraire. The stone walls and terraces were all about turning a steep, old olive grove into a series of terraces that could be gardened and lived in. The owner then set about planting to soften the stone and to feature the plants. She gardens in that soft-edged, romantic way that is so very English in style.

I mostly took this photo because look! A New Zealand flax plant – phormium. I had seen plenty of Australian plants in these dry French gardens but very few from Aotearoa

The garden covers 3 hectares and is built around 250 aged olive trees which are still in full production. It is still a comparatively new garden with an owner-gardener who is happy to experiment and change aspects as it matures.

Okay, so this view is is mostly olives and erigeron daisies (which are banned from sale and generally frowned upon in this country) but there is a seductive simplicity to this lush view .

In mid May, it was unusually lush and green because of the recent rains. Apparently, it is usually dry at that time of the year and I imagine it is now, with the heat wave hitting southern Europe. My daughter, who is living on the other side of the south of France (on the Spanish border, not the Italian border that meets the Riviera) tells me that the winds have blown up from the Sahara and everything around her is covered in a fine layer of Saharan sand. La Mouissone may look different this month – a reversion to the norm of dry grass in golden hues offset by the grey-green foliage of the olives.

The swimming pool was particularly attractive, situated close to the home and with expansive views across the French countryside and beyond.

I appreciated Lady Lockett’s attention to plants and her interest in expanding the plant collection as she finds other options to grow in the poor soils and hard climatic conditions. I also liked that it is clearly a family garden – a playhouse for the grandchildren, a family swimming pool, outside seating areas placed where it is likely they would be used, extensive vegetable gardens. It makes it a very personal garden.

Echiums thrive in this climate and that looks like agapanthus to the left – another plant derided in NZ but much valued elsewhere

The biggest disadvantage of being on a tour is that one must move at the pace of the tour. This is a garden I would have enjoyed spending more time in, taking time to sit and look, exploring further and then going back around in the opposite direction to experience it in reverse. It is a garden I would go back to except I am unlikely to return to this part of France. I see it is open to visits by appointment; their website is www.lamouissone.com

I coveted this artemisia, even though our climate is very different to the greys and yellows of the Mediterranean
The dog is a resident, the people from Northern Ireland and Tasmania. The bamboo is grown for both practical use and aesthetics at La Mouissone.
Le Clos du Peyronnet was very different but still distinctively English in style

While La Mouissone is firmly anchored in the modern style – call it the new naturalism, New Perennials or what you wish, Clos du Peyronnet harks back to an earlier generation, is well established in the Arts and Crafts style. The Waterfield family bought the land in Menton, close to Lawrence Johnston’s Serre de la Madone, and built the villa as a winter retreat at the end of the nineteenth century. The garden in its current form is 1950’s vintage. Humphrey Waterfield is credited with the initial design and plantings while William Waterfield, who took over in 1976, added the many layers of different plant material – including the extensive bulb collection – and extended the garden features, building upon his uncle’s earlier work.

More long terraces, carved from the hillside – a defining feature of so many of these gardens. The cypress arches are effective, even though they are crying out for some work on the dead patches

I think the reason I liked Clos du Peyronnet so much is perhaps that it was close to what I hoped Serre de la Madone would be – and indeed may have been in its day. Sadly, William Waterfield died in 2021 with no heirs. The garden now is managed by his wife, American Judith Pillsbury. She is no garden novice, having a garden at her Paris apartment that has been written up over the years and as a previous owner of La Louvre in Provence – a garden I recognised as soon as I googled it, from seeing on TV (maybe Monty Don on French gardens?). It was Judith Pillsbury who welcomed us and took us around the garden but the mid to long term future is in doubt.

This is a fair representation of the garden and some of us with established gardens with larger trees will relate to the situation where plants grow out at an angle to reach the light.
Water is an important garden feature in a climate renowned for its hot summers.
I looked at this photo and asked myself how I could have failed to check those steps. Do they indicate this pond was originally established as a swimming pool back in the days before chlorine and pool fllters?

What did I enjoy about it? Good design, interesting plantings, quality hard landscaping that has aged well down the years, character, discreet but attentive maintenance, brilliant location and views. What is not to like? It is English-style gardening in France, spanning seven decades.

That is a splendid specimen of loquat with large fruit

Peyronnet has a collection of fruits that are rare in that area of olive trees and citrus. Amongst them was a loquat – Eriobotrya deflexa – with the biggest fruit I have seen. And I spotted a feijoa tree,  Acca sellowiana. I subsequently read an article on line that referenced the feijoa – “the unrelated pineapple guava Acca sellowiana (‘tastes like sweet Harpic,’ he confides).” The he in this quote refers to William Waterfield and all I can say is that several million New Zealanders would like to disagree with his Harpic assessment.

The view from Clos du Peyronnet is remarkable
Looking across to Menton, the some time home of our own Katherine Mansfield

The feeling of privilege that comes with getting to see private gardens was reassuring to me to experience from the other side. These days, we only open our garden to a few special interest tours or individuals who manage to convince me they will be interesting people to meet. I had wondered if I was being a bit precious in creating such barriers to prospective visitors. No. It is a privilege to gain access to private gardens and to spend time with the owners. It makes it a special and memorable experience. 

This little dining terrace at Peyronnet was very charming even as I derived some amusement at the global nature of those outdoor chairs which we also have at our place. Indonesian and Malaysian hard wood, I think, and probably the cause of many orphaned orangutans.
To one side of that dining terrace is this fresco that I photographed before I found this comment on line: “He commissioned a local artist to paint a fresco on the wall of a small, enclosed garden that looks out across Menton’s west bay and depicts William as a bon vivant in all its senses.” Umm, is that William to the right? Or is there another fresco somewhere that I missed?

Prickly things, fair maidens and views in Èze

From the Ephrussi de Rothschild garden, it was on to the village of Èze and its famed Jardin Exotique. Èze is pronounced somewhere between ‘ezz’ and ‘airz’, not to be confused with the modern, novelty spelling of ‘easy’ – as in the Eze Wash carwash franchise I drive past as I go to town. I feel the village of Èze deserves more respect than that.

A few km north of Nice, Èze is recorded as having been occupied since 200BC. Its long history involves the Romans, Moors, Italians, French, Spanish and Turks. Surprisingly, it has only been formally French since the 1860s. It has attracted so much interest because the fortified village is on an elevated promontory with cliffs on the seaward side and views right around, making it both strategic and defendable. The fortifications tell quite a story.

I assume the brick path through the centre of the cobbled lanes has been laid in modern times to make the terrain a little easier for visitors but the rest of it seems to be largely original. Maybe they laid the modern services of water, drains and wiring beneath the bricks?

The village layout and buildings date back to the early 14th century, although fragments of walls from those BC times, 14 or 15 centuries earlier, still exist. Significantly, there is no vehicle access into the village. Everything comes in and out by hand and manual trolley. Well, almost everything but more on that later. It seems the two hotels in the old village use porters. I laughed when I looked up accommodation in Èze, just out of curiosity. There was a review, clearly of a place by the new town, not the medieval village, and written by an American. “We could walk to the grocery, quiche place, bus, and to the old city of Eze. All the other accommodations I saw were on hilly roads without sidewalks.”

Pretty much the whole of the French Riviera I saw is built on steep hills with uneven terrain, narrow, winding roads and certainly no footpaths outside of urban centres. Every road was a foot path for centuries of occupants here, long before the car was even thought of. This is not a place for people with restricted mobility.

Just a ruin from three centuries ago of a fort that may have been built six centuries ago

Above the village, at the highest point, stand the ruins of a fortified castle, sacked in 1706 by the soldiers of French King Louis XIV. At that point Èze was still under the control of the House of Savoy, so Italian, but largely inhabited by people known as Ezasques. Interestingly, the native dialect of Èze – rarely used nowadays – is most closely related to the Monegasque language of nearby Monaco. I find Europe’s fluid land borders fascinating.

My eye is drawn to all those conspicuous white labels but there is an educational role to play in naming plants for easy visibility.

The ExotIc Garden is positively modern because it only dates back to 1949. Just down the road, so to speak, Jean Gaustad had already played a major role in creating the Jardin Exotique de Monaco. The mayor of Èze apparently thought it would be a good idea for his area too, as he is credited with a role in creating the Èze garden. Conditions are tough – exposed, coastal, precipitous, rocky, windy, very dry and hot in summer. What grows in those conditions? Cacti and succulents. They grow very well. I see a note that in getting the garden established, crews of men carted soil up the hill in bags on their backs so clearly efforts were made to give the plants a good start.

I am not a fan of prickly plants in any way, shape or form but they look right at home in these exposed conditions and I was somewhat won over by their textures and colours. Being a designated botanic garden, plants are all labelled. The gardener in me finds my eyes zooming in on those white labels and the aesthetics worry me but labels are the way in public and botanic gardens; private gardens need to make their labelling very discreet or non-existent to avoid looking amenity or municipal, in my opinion.

I felt obliged to photograph the tree fern out of southern loyalty. Truth be told, it is probably the Australian Dicksonia antarctica rather than one of our NZ species. It seems to be more widely available in Europe and Australian plants were being widely grown in the area whereas NZ plants were rare. But you know, we claim all tree ferns as ours, in an inclusive sort of way.

When I say a long way down, you can see the coach park in the centre, below the church.
As I understand it, Bono’s French pad is somewhere down below at sea level. It is quite a bit further down than the coach park and new town in the previous photograph.

The setting is amazing with 360° views. It is a long way down, whether on the land side or even further down to the sea. Apparently the Irish rock star Bono (of U2 and social activism fame) has a house down by the sea and the story is that he and his good friend Barack Obama walked up the hill for a drink at the hotel in the old village, somewhat to the surprise of village and garden visitors. All I could think was that if they walked all the way up there from the sea, they deserved a long, cold drink in peace.

The aspect of this garden that did worry me was the answer I was given to how they got large plants and sculptures to the upper levels. I didn’t think they were being levered around the tight lanes and steep steps. Helicopter, I was told, with the additional information that garden waste is also lifted out by helicopter. Surely not? Colour me shocked. In 2024, I would expect garden waste to be dealt with on site in a sustainable way, not loaded into bags to be airlifted out. I hope the information I was given is wrong but I fear it may be accurate.

Each figure has a name and a somewhat obscure sign. That is Mélisande to the right above. Others seem to have somewhat eclectic names ranging from Justine or Isis, to Margot, Rose and Anais. I found a blog on line that referenced one named Barbara but I can not vouch for that and, if true, I want to know where the name Barbara came from for the artist.
More classical at La Mortola

The Earth Goddess sculptures were an interesting, contemporary touch. Jean-Philippe Richard started on his earth goddess works in the 1990s. Their elegant, elongated bodies stretch from chunky bases as though emerging from the earth and metamorphosing into stylised interpretations of classical, maybe stereotypical, feminine beauty. They were striking and after my reservations about the cliches of feminine beauty (I kept looking in hope that they may be either androgynous or maybe include some examples of young male beauty) I decided that they were indeed striking and entirely appropriate to the setting. And, in fact, no more cliched than the classical concepts of feminine beauty seen in La Mortola and the Ephrussi de Rothschild gardens.

Looking across to a recent housing development
Privacy and green space is possible with good design

Finally, on a change of topic: looking out from the top of Eze, my eyes focused on an interesting example of green high density housing. I don’t for one moment imagine it is cheap – this is the Riviera after all – but it appears that good, modern design can give privacy and some outdoor green space while achieving housing density which blends harmoniously into the surrounding environment. 

As seen in the middle of the photograph – blending into the wider landscape.

Villa et Jardins Ephrussi de Rothschild. Part 2 of Gardens of the French Riviera

It is a large villa but also exceptionally pretty in pink and white

And so to the pink villa and gardens of Ephrussi de Rothschild at St Jean Cap Ferrat. It was built as a delightful holiday house by the Baroness of that name, with both the villa and gardens being created in the period from 1907 to 1912.

I loved the entranceway to the garden which reminded me of Heaven’s Gate at Hidcote. The narrow entranceway opens out to a wonderful view of the surrounding sea and landscape. It has the elements of both surprise and logic that set the tone for the visit.

Personally, were I the Baroness, I would have cut the Ephrussi name out because it seems it was all her vision and money. The husband Ephrussi was somewhat less than satisfactory and she divorced him in 1904, before she even started work on this project. This was, the audio tour told us, not before he ‘infected her with a disease that rendered her infertile’. I would guess syphilis, based on my memories of the movie ‘Out of Africa’ starring Meryl Streep and Robert Redford. It seems that she then directed her energies to this property.

The view of the water gardens and parterres from the upstairs balcony of the villa
and the long view back. The front terraces are impressive but the themed gardens running the length of the left hand side of the property are more interesting.

I have seen a fair number of grand and historic European gardens, particularly in Italy but also in Spain, a few in France and a certain amount in that style in the UK. When it comes to the European ones, the appeal usually lies in the generous and considered proportions of the garden, the stonework, hard landscaping and history rather than the current maintenance and presentation, and certainly not in plant interest.

It would be hard to beat the location with many views out to the sea

Ephrussi de Rothschild has the proportions and grandeur and a brilliant location on a promontory of land surrounded by the Mediterranean. But more than that, it also has the plant interest and immaculate maintenance to present the whole place at the peak of perfection. It is a series of interconnected themed gardens executed with style and skill. The main view from the villa is one of formal ponds and parterres before pathways lead off to the themed areas.

The Exotic Garden
Clearly vandals and those who want to inscribe their names no matter how inappropriate cross all boundaries,

According to the map, there are nine of these themed areas including Jardin Exotique (plenty of cacti and succulents), Jardin Japonais (Japanese) as well Florentine, French, Spanish. None of it felt naff or contrived – each garden transitioned gently to the next, marked as much by the change in plant material as the changes in landscape style. It is really very good and have I mentioned how beautifully maintained it is?

I think this is the Florentine Garden
and best guess is that this is the Spanish Garden

But what is it with rose gardens? I can not recall ever seeing a rose garden that made me stop in awe. As far as I am concerned, the rose garden at Ephrussi was the only really disappointing section. I know what it is and that is that people grow roses for the flowers; plant form and foliage are commonly irrelevant at best, or stark, woody and full of diseased foliage at worst.  Added to that, roses are often given a garden all to themselves (for ease of spraying and maintenance, I guess) and a garden full of just roses is no more impressive to me than a garden solely devoted to camellias or hydrangeas or any other single group of flowering shrubs would be.

Not Ephrussi de Rothschild’s finest moment – the rose garden

That said, the stretch of white roses beside the driveway would be one of the showiest displays of perfect roses I have seen, even while I know it is almost certainly the result of an extensive spray programme. I can’t name many roses. This type of white rose always looks like Iceberg to me.

I am happy to admit that this rose display in interesting plant company is striking

Roses were the source of the second greatest disappointment of this garden tour (the biggest disappointment was finding myself testing positive for Covid on the last day). Day 2 was billed as attending the International Rose Festival in Grasse. While I can’t get excited about roses generally, I thought a morning looking at rose displays and seeing recent directions in breeding would be interesting, maybe even glorious.

More local rose market than the hyped ‘International Rose Festival of Grasse’.

I was wrong. The International Rose Festival turned out to be little more than a local rose market in the town square. Perhaps the good burghers and tourist department staff looked enviously at nearby Menton’s famous lemon festival and thought that if they laid claim to roses, somehow it would all magically become a major event if they gave it a name? And maybe one retailer crossed the border from Italy once (not far away at all) so they decided they could market it as international? And the London-based company that organised the tour fell for the hype without taking note of the reality.

An abundance of pink brollies in Grasse

The old town of Grasse is attractive and the many pink umbrellas give a charming and festive air.

Nougat. The sheer volume of nougat was a bit overwhelming

There seemed to be a lot of nougat sellers in Grasse. Not just the home of perfume then, great wodges of nougat too. I was more impressed by the nougat loaves than the roses.

The Rubens in Grasse Cathedral

There are three splendid Rubens in the Grasse Cathedral, although they are not hung in conservation conditions and some deterioration is visible.   

But overall, the only disappointing day was that given over to Grasse which didn’t warrant more than an hour’s visit in passing.  It was just as well  the days spent visiting interesting gardens did not disappoint.                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

I think I saw most of the sights of Grasse old town in our extended visit there

From Hidcote to Serre de la Madone – Lawrence Johnston’s two gardens

When I joined the tour of gardens of the French Riviera, I was particularly looking forward to seeing Serre de la Madone. It is the garden created from scratch by Major Lawrence Johnston, he whose main legacy is the renowned Hidcote Garden in Gloucestershire, UK. Serre de la Madone was his French retreat in the charming town of Menton.

Serre de la Madone had areas that were quite Hidcote-ish in style. But with strelitzias.

When we made our one and only visit to Hidcote in 2009, it just blew us away. After several hours we walked out like stunned mullets. At the time, it was simply everything we aspired to for our own garden at Tikorangi except that we lacked major inherited wealth and ten gardeners. We have not been back on subsequent UK visits; in the years since, our garden aspirations changed and we never wanted to dilute the magic of that first visit by discovering that it was not, after all, how we remembered it. But I did want to see Johnston’s French garden, where he chose to spend most of his time in the last 30 years of his life.

Did it live up to my expectations? No. Not at all. Was I disappointed? Not really. As I get older, I get more philosophical and even the experience of something falling short can still be interesting. Hidcote is a large garden planted in a series of garden rooms so popular in the early 1900s, as also seen at Sissinghurst. Johnston sold it to Britain’s National Trust back in 1948 when he relocated full time to Menton and in the years since, Hidcote has had both money and skill lavished on it.

The belvedere may have started life with a view of the Med but is now more in that shabby chic style that the French manage with ease

Not so Serre de la Madone. After Johnston’s death in 1959, his French garden passed through various private hands, falling into disrepair before it was taken over by local authorities in 1999. Despite a major restoration in the years between 2000 and 2005, it is generally tired, messy, unloved and a shadow of its former glory.

Johnston was a keen plantsman and he originally planted his French garden with exotics from around the world, many of which were too tender to grow at Hidcote. Over time, the plant collection has dwindled away so what survives – the likes of agapanthus and strelitzia – are large a green framework for his historic structures and landscaping, rather than being interesting in their own right.

Never underestimate the quality of the British professional gardening tradition that sees both public and private gardens in that country maintained to exceptionally high standards. I have never seen it matched in other countries.

The central axis of steps leading up to the villa

Typical of many gardens in the area, Serre de la Madone is built on a fairly steep slope. If there is a view out to the Mediterranean Sea, I did not notice it but it is likely that there was in Johnston’s day. When dealing with creating a garden on a slope, it becomes necessary to create terraces, sometimes defined by a central axis with long paths on the intersecting horizontal axes. This gives long views to the sides.

Long views on the side axes

Johnston favoured plenty of hard landscaping and it is this that gives defining structure in photographs. I have to say that it all looks much better in the photographs than it does in person because you can’t see the general weediness and sense of neglect, let alone the poor quality of water in the pools. Photographs can create a sense of romantic abandon rather than tired shabbiness.

The water garden also served as a swimming pool, based on the steps. It was a lovely pavilion at the far end.

I looked at the water garden and wondered aloud whether it was also a bathing pool, as his round pool is at Hidcote. The person standing next to me doubted it so I felt vindicated when I looked closer at one corner and spotted the steps down into the water. It is an early swimming pool.

The Hispano Moorish garden

You certainly would not be wanting to swim or even paddle in the water in the Hispano Moorish garden, though.  But I could see why Johnston ended up preferring his French home. That Moorish look would not have fitted the aesthetic of Hidcote at all but is not out of place adjacent to his sunny yellow French villa.

Our tour guide pointed out the recent retaining work on the hill behind the villa. The south of France has had an unusually wet spring and the hillside had just slipped when he was last there in February. He was amazed at the fast progress on attempts to shore up the bank.

The hillside behind the villa where unusually heavy rains started a major slip

The lessons I took away from my visit are that detailed plantings can disappear with neglect but hard landscaping remains and gives form to the view; over time the vision of the creator can be lost and it takes particularly high level skills to keep that original vision in focus. Serre de la Madone has lost Johnston’s vision, at least as far as I could see.

A fair representation of the current quality of the plantings in most of the garden
Garden structure can carry the day even when plantings and maintenance fall short