Day 383 - Harvest
Friday, 16 September 2011
I've called this post Harvest because I'm currently enjoying an seemingly endless supply of tomatoes and, more excitingly, spent last weekend at the Harvest at Jimmy's
festival. I was booked to give gardening demos which, in festival terms, classified me as 'talent'. What an absolute hoot - James Martin, The Feeling, The Gruffalo and little old me all on the same bill. I had a special wrist band that gave me access to all sorts of exciting places, and a bit of a write up in the programme. Here's the proof:
I'm looking particularly pleased with the programme because the organisers allocated me four more lines than Monty Don (look closely). Now this is either because they thought the punters needed some convincing of my credibility, or because I'm actually more interesting than Monty Don. Let's go for the latter shall we.
I only had to give a couple of talks. On Saturday I got everybody up to speed on why gardening in containers is a good idea. Here I am tripping the light fantastic with a terracotta pot and a few winter-flowering pansies:
And to prove that people did come and listen, here's a shot of the audience. I'm showing a chap from the crowd how to sow salad leaves. It was all very rock and roll:
On Sunday I was tasked with doing my Michael Parkinson bit, and had to interview Monty Don. Here I am asking Monty how big his garden actually is after he talked of The Jewel Garden, two vegetable gardens and a cricket pitch:
Oh, and I must tell you that Monty said he once did an inventory of his garden and found a pair of knickers in a tree. Do you admit that kind of thing? I shouldn't imagine he'll mind me telling you seeing as he shared the information with the considerable crowd that had gathered to hear him speak.
It's impossible to pretend that I didn't enjoy the weekend and the work it entailed. It's just about the most fun I've had since I went freelance. And, of course, there was the helter-skelter to ride:
Beer to drink:
Food to eat:
And The Feeling to listen to:
Sadly, Ida has just had chicken pox which meant that she and Gemma had to stay at home while I stayed out to play. Little Ida's on the mend now, although it's such a shame she and Gemma missed out (I'd bought Ida groovy new wellies especially). Luckily our good freinds Neil and Victoria could make it, which is a bloody good job because they took all the photos I've used in this post.
I know lots of writers do talks and demonstrations, but this was my first big gig since leaving Gardeners' World magazine and it seems worth celebrating. And I want them to book me for next year so it seemed sensible to write about it.
Until next time...
P.S. Next year's harvest is 7-10 September. Book here
and I'll hopefully see you there!