Skip to main content

A Walled Garden at Wiveton

When we go to North Norfolk for a break I love to visit the PYO farm at Wiveton - not to pick fruit - but to visit the walled garden.  It is a lovely garden with its own micro-climate with huge flint walls that shelter it from the coastal winds. 
Flowers and vegetables are intermixed in a higgledy-piggledy fashion - the veg are used in the adjoining cafe and the flowers for cutting to put on the cafe tables.  There is a little old lady who is responsible for making the arrangements for the vases - she must be 90 if she's a day - she was in the garden whilst we were there talking to the gardener who is a youngish woman.
What I like about this garden is that it is not perfect and things are allowed to seed - and flop and sprawl.

There are ancient fruit trees along the walls, laden with fruit and in the centre is the biggest Mulberry tree I have ever seen

It is obviously very old - the trunk of the tree is huge and dominates the centre of the garden.

This is the wonderful rhubarb patch  overlooking the netted brassicas

There is no formality to the garden - trees are planted where there is space and everything flourishes even though the soil is sandy.

It wasn't the best time of year to visit as most things were starting to go over

but just look at the colourful Borlotti beans bulging in their pods

This circular summer house is in the corner of the garden - notice the old Victorian watering barrel on the right and the trays of onions drying in the sun

It is very like a secret garden and you never know what you are going to find from one visit to the next

A lot of the ground is empty at this time of year where crops have been harvested - but you can still get the feeling of what it looks like when it is full of colour and produce. I could wander round it all day - don't you just love a walled garden.


  1. Oh wow, how wonderful. I've been in the Wiveton area loads and never even knew this place existed - I must visit next time. Thanks for sharing it.

  2. Looks wonderful. There is something very peaceful and timeless about walled gardens.

  3. Walled gardens are wonderful places to visit. I've been to Wiveton once some years ago and remember it just as you show it. Flighty xx

  4. Very interesting. I love walled gardens and always feel inspired by them.

  5. The PYO Farm at Wiveton, I have to remember that and shall make a note, because next year we hope to visit England again. The pictures appeal to me, the informality and I'm not so fond of perfect gardens, I like a bit wild with selfseeding flowers all over the place.

  6. nice interesting post and pictures Elaine, question how are you achieving the slightly frosted period look to your pictures, I used to smear a small amount of Vaseline on a clear filter to achieve mine.

    1. It is all done with the magic of editing on Picasa using the 'soften' edit

    2. Ah I don`t use Picassa perhaps I should

  7. Lovely pictures, what a great walled garden.

  8. It's like stepping back in time... I was expecting to see geese and a couple of girls in white pinafores strolling by! Gorgeous garden x

  9. How charming. The English do know how to garden, don't they? Love the photos. I especially like the spider web in the previous post.

  10. What a beautiful garden. I love walled gardens, especially informal ones. Thanks for the virtual tour.

  11. What a treat to see Elaine! Walled gardens are so romantic and mysterious. I like the slightly unkempt sprawl as well.

  12. I have enjoyed this visit to Wiveton very much. The garden has such a laid back feel. Fantastic photos Elaine.
    Many thanks for your lovely comment on our blog. I am now following along here.

  13. These are absolutely dreamy photos (I like the glow around them). And such verdant green. Gorgeous.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

the rise of the apple and the fall of the oak ...

Early morning.  We drove down to the lake for a stroll in the autumn sunshine; the air was chilled in the shadows but the sun was bright.  The water level was still very low; we have had hardly any rain for weeks.  On the spit of land a gaggle of Canada geese preening and resting.  The water still and calm.

 We walked further along the lane, and there just around the bend, my favourite oak tree; a lopsided old thing with winky-wonky branches.  But all was not well.  The trunk had split and there was a gut-wrenching open wound.
I loved that old tree and always take a photograph of it when we are down there; a kind of tradition.

Now, half the tree lying on the ground - only fit for firewood - such a shame - I felt really sad.

Spent the morning pruning the Amelanchier which had outgrown its space.  My neighbour came round with foxglove self-seeders which I planted beneath it now that there is some room.  I have finally come to the end of the garden restoration project -…

Down to Earth ...

A nothing much happened kind of week.  Mostly it rained and rained and rained.  The sun burst through for short periods then hid behind the clouds and it rained again.  The garden is flattened and battered and a soggy mess.  We have had the heating on it has been so chilly - even my pet sheep had their hats and scarves on.

On Monday electricians came and fitted an earthing device.  On Tuesday a different electrician came and earthed us (our earthing spike had deteriorated - whatever that is) - apparently new regs said it had to be done before the house could be signed off as completed.  The electrician also fitted the new ceiling lights to replace the water damaged ones.

And a new desk has been installed to replace the water damaged one.

Next week all the carpets are going to be fitted and voila - we're done.  Hurrah!

Meanwhile back at the ranch - every time the sun came out I rushed into the garden to take some pics of the least damaged flowers.

The view from the kitchen window

the sweet calm sunshine of September ...

" It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud-dappled sky.  The leaves were still thick on the trees, but de-spangled gossamer threads hung on the bushes and the shrill little cries of unrest of the swallows skimming the green open spaces of the park told of  autumn and change." ~ Flora Thompson

September has been a very productive month for me. I have worked hard in the garden with a feeling of racing against time; although, in truth, there is plenty of time to do everything - I just wanted to get it done while the weather was good, so much more pleasant working outside when it is a little warmer, rather than having to wrap up in coats and boots to get it all done.  I have planted every last bulb that I possess; those I saved from last year; those I bought this year; every piece of ground and every container has been put to use - if I don't get a good display in spring then something has gone seriously wrong.

Gardening fo…