Monday, 23 November 2015

Magic in the Air!

Popping in to say a quick Christmas helloey to you all. There has been a whirlwind of festive activity at The Magical Christmas Wreath Company this month.

We have been working flat out prepping for the Christmas Party season, dressing clients gardens for Winter and taking orders from all our gorgeous customers for Fresh Christmas Wreaths, Centrepieces and Garlands and still managed to fit in a few early mince pies too.

We are really looking forward to our Christmas Workshop at Magical HQ this weekend, all places have now been booked.

Five weeks and counting my friends. Have your ordered your turkey, mistletoe and wreaths yet?

Sunday, 5 October 2014

Corporate Christmas Wreath Gifts

Looking for that unique gift to thank your business clients and associates this Christmas.

Look no further! The Magical Christmas Wreath Company's fresh evergreen wreaths make memorable Corporate Christmas gifts that last the entire festive season!

We deliver Christmas Wreaths direct from our magical workshop to your chosen business recipients. We make it so easy for you to order. Begin a new Christmas tradition and impress your clients. 

All our fresh Christmas Wreaths are handmade to order and come in both Small and Large sizes.

Choose your favourite designs, send us your addresses and delivery dates,
then sit back, relax and let us do the rest for you.

Every time your client sees their beautiful Christmas wreath or gets
complimented on it, they will think of you.

If you have any questions about Fresh Corporate Christmas Wreaths
you can visit the website or call us direct on 0203 651 7780

You can order in advance and have your gifts delivered whenever you like. 

Saturday, 4 October 2014

The Magical Christmas Wreath Shop is Now Open!

Raise the flag, I hear a trumpet fanfare, it's October, the month we officially fling open the doors
here at The Magical Christmas Wreath Company.

I have a workshop filled with excited elves doing cartwheels and bouncing all over the place and I can't hold them back any longer. They are full of Christmas beans and ready to take orders in advance to enable you to get ahead of the Christmas rush.

Orders have actually been arriving since August and we are enjoying touching base and catching up with all our friends and clients once more.

Shop's Open!

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Arundel Castle Gardens

Phew, what a month! September has been one giant rollercoaster of events. Lots of new projects, and changes down Magical Way.

You must excuse me for wanting to come home of an evening, only to recline on a chaise whilst Hercules rolls chilled grapes in my direction, on a sterling silver salver. Nary a mini bloggeth could my weary, torn and tattered fingers conjure.

But my friends I do see a brief calm on the horizon. We all know it wont last long though, as that very special season (that I never mention before October) is fast approaching.

So in the meantime, feast your cheeky peepers on a magical place that swept me off my feet last weekend. Arundel Castle and its gardens have long been on my list to visit but I was doubtful that it's gardens would pique my interest. How wrong was I?

Arundel is going straight into my top ten alongside Great Dixter, West Green House and East Ruston Old Vicarage. Love, love, love it. It has the very same injection of magic as the aforementioned. Beautifully designed and maintained, by a dedicated team who were busy tweaking and fluffing as we moseyed around. Enchantment around every corner and colour, oh my, so late in the season but a veritable rainbow for the retina.

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Beware, the dribbling dogs that guard the castle gardens.

Helianthus, Tricyrtis, Echium and Dahlias-a-go-go!
Grab your hat and cane because
the gardens are full to the brim with a dazzling Autumn parade.

Demure scarecrows do their best to blend into the background
but I can see you there, in your polka dot Cath Kidston raincoat missus.

Tip toe through the Dahlia beds and you are greeted by the biggest flower of all....


Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Wigged Out

I just had to pop in to share a quick snap of one of the treasures that is currently putting on a late summer show in the garden at the moment.

I've been growing it for quite a few years now and feel its ready for its photographic debut as I have yet to see it in any of the UK gardens that I poke around in. 

So, let me introduce you to Hemerocallis 'Wigged Out' perhaps one of the most unusual diploid varieties of Daylily. It produces a gorgeous, emerald mop of a mad scientist hairdo in place of the more commonly seen blooms.

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On the rare occasion that it does flower, its rusty orange inflorescence isn't much to write home about but who cares, when in its place you get something so much more interesting. The shaggy proliferations that sit on top of three foot stems work great as cut flowers or as a pointing tool down at the local farmers market.

Who's ready to get 'Wigged Out'?

Monday, 18 August 2014

Wistman's Wood

"Drive towards Bovey Castle and do a right at the B3212. Continue for ten miles until you reach The Two Bridges where you'll have to hike the final hour of the journey to reach Wistman's Wood".

These were the precise instructions we received from our hosts as we left Easton Court B&B in Chagford early one morning. It all seemed simple enough. We headed South, pootling across Dartmoor whilst listening to the haunting Hawaiian soundtrack from The Descendants; a strange combination but it worked.

Our SatNav sent us on a rather adventurous route, down narrow bucolic lanes with barely enough room for our car, as prickly hedgerows scoured its sides like nails down a blackboard, Hercules began swearing like a trooper, saying something about his "Bloody paintwork", I wasn't really listening, I was already having a whale of a time.

We dumped the cat-scratched car at the remote Two Bridges Hotel and hopped over a turnstile following the signs to the wood.

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Following the steep moorland of Longaford Newtake that rises up from the West Dart River, we reached the outskirts of the wood at a leisurely pace in about forty-five minutes, not so hardcore a trek after all.

You are never alone in the wilds of Dartmoor. 
There is always a set of beady eyes fixed on your every move.

On the last part of the walk you can just make out the woods, hugging the hillside on the left as you pass through the remains of Bronze Age settlements.

Wistman's Wood is one of only three remaining high altitude Oak woodland copses on Dartmoor. Growing on granite bedrock has stunted the 400 year old tree's growth, sculpting them into gnarly, fairy-tale shapes that point and beckon in every direction.

With no particular path, the only way through is to clamber and climb wildcat style.
Come on, lets go. Last one in is a raspberry.

There are many stories surrounding the origin of the woods name. In local dialect, the word 'Wisht' means haunted and legend has it, that the Devil's Wisht Hounds walk the woods at night in search of unwary travellers.
Who fancies staying up late to see the hounds?

A multitude of moss and lichen species clothe every available surface, which adds an air of magic and fantasy. From sinewy outstretched limbs right down to the carpet of velveteen boulders. 

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As I bounced and jumped from rock to rock, I wondered if Director JJ Abrams was still filming Episode VII of Star Wars in the Forest of Dean. I think he should down tools and get his camera crew to Wistman's Wood pronto. 

The enchanted force is strong in this one.


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Friday, 8 August 2014

Ground Control to Major Tom

Its going to be a quick pit stop today, as it has been a crazy week. I've been wearing more hats than, than.....someone who wears lots of hats!

But fear not my little Elflings for I bring you offerings of edible sunshine on this eve of weekends.

I came home yesterday after a hard days toil to find nothing but tumbleweed in the cupboards and a rather emaciated pantry. My tummy was rumbling and I began to fear the worst. I'd probably be found in the morning lying on the kitchen floor clasping a crispbread to my chest. In the middle of my drama I had an epiphany and remembered that there was actually food in the garden.

I rushed barefoot out across the crispy fried lawn and fell to my knees in front of rows of tomato plants festooned with clusters of delicious rubescent baubles. Raising my arms aloft to the skies, I gave thanks to Gaia (and to Hercules for watering and weeding) for I would be but a withering waif if I had not been granted such gracious gifts. Oh what a tomatoey (!) feast we had.

In fact the tomatoes are pretty much all that is left this year. The blessed slugs and snails have been having a field day this summer, storming through the garden, decimating every luscious edible leaf I had planted. Rows of Courgettes, pumpkins, marrows and lettuces disappeared overnight, even radish tops were chomped and scalped.

So I rolled up my sleeves and stepped up my game. I bought beer by the barrel load and set up booze traps all over the garden. I even sent Hercules out in his Batman pyjamas to do night sentry duties, checking under each and every leaf.

We seem to have reduced the mollusc populous to a minimal and with my Buddhist neighbour Katie, also on duty (who eradicates all her snails betwixt two bricks, whilst chanting that they return to the earth in the form of something less gooey), we seem to have it under control.

Look at that a whole post from nothing more than a bowl of toms.

As you were Elflings.