I am running an art project about landownership which I thought might be of interest to you, even though it does not feature any hedges, only a fence.The project focusses on a plot of land known as Freeman’s Wood, which is on the edge of the city of Lancaster, as an illustrative example. This site has been used by local people for decades, and they have regarded it as common land, but fencing was installed around it in 2012, resulting in public unrest and reports in the local press.The land is owned by a property investment company which is registered in Bermuda. The director of the UK development company for the site is a polo-playing friend of Prince Charles. So this scrubby patch of land has direct links to global economic, political, and social networks.I commissioned three sets of artists to produce artworks to stimulate thought about, and raise awareness of, the issue of landownership.Layla Curtis has produced an iPhone app called TRESPASS, featuring GPS tracked conversations. The user has to consider trespassing to hear all of them. Goldin+Senneby bought a plot of land and produced a script about its history. This script is now the description of the plot in a fake estate agent’s sale particulars.Sans Facon created a board game which requires players to role-play the various stakeholders in a plot of land, and negotiate responses to various events.There is more information on our website http://www.storeyg2.org.uk
I’ve just been told about a lovely local hedge project at Hilperton and Paxcomb in Wiltshire. To quote:
Over the coming months Alex Murdin and other community representatives will be asking new and old residents to get creative in rediscovering the hedges and fields of the past and looking at ways of continuing to grow and nurture plants and wildlife in and around today’s new village and homes. With the aim of supporting local biodiversity and making up for hedgerows which were lost we’ll be hoping to plant some edible wild plants in public spaces with local volunteers. We’ll also be trying to discover what residents are now growing on the old fields, in their gardens or even inside their homes.hEdges of Hilperton and Paxcroft Mead is an art project celebrating the unique heritage of the area and in particular the old fields and hedges. The ancient field systems which have grown over thousands of years have shaped both the old village the way new housing has been planned.
They’ve even got a free foraging and hedgerow drink making event on the 23rd of Maywhere you can make a hedgerow cocktail and ‘go foraging with the award winning Ethicurian team’
Sounds fabulous. Full details at http://www.h-edges.org.uk/
Lots of slightly weird activity this week as the Dull Men of Great Britain 2015 calendar is getting a lot of publicity. I was asked to be in and, while I obviously think hedges are interesting, not dull, it seemed like a fun thing to do. Here is an article in the Telegraph.
This is me on the ITV London News:
I’ll also be on the One Show tonight in another piece. I’ll stop short of posting the bit where they talked about the calendar on Loose Women, just to say it was suitably surreal.
I was in the Rose Garden in Regent’s Park yesterday with my daughter and we came across this rather lovely elephant at the entrance. I didn’t have my camera so have borrowed this image from the Sequins and Cherry Blossom blog.
Not sure I’d call it topiary as it is trained over a wire frame, but I like it anyway. Apparently it’s made from ‘over three thousand plants from a range of species including Echeveria, Ajuga, Sedum and Alternanthera’. A lot of the individual plants look to me like desert or rock plants, which will survive with fairly shallow roots.
I just got a lovely letter from Barrie Clark, after he read Hedge Britannia. He was a farmer’s son in West Cumberland (not Cumbria) in the 1950s, so knows the importance of a good hedge. He says:
Incidentally, we never called them hedges on farms or countryside. Hedges were those poor excuses full of privet in front of mean 1930s semis on the loop road in Whitehaven. Inhabited by schoolteachers etc. NOT farmers who as we know are the only important people on God’s earth. We called hedges/hedgerows DIKES! and talked of dikebacks. Hedgerows were some southern genteelism invented by the sort of people who produced those patronising Ministry of Information films about the countryside, full of cheery Kentish hop-pickers and picturesque gypsies in Enid Blyton caravans. We had dikes which real men tackled with billhooks, mells (or hammers) and axes. My father’s laying of a hedge was to watch an art form being produced. We did not cut hedges, we DESSED them. I had my own small ancient ‘bill’ which had probably seen service at Agincourt. It was worn, light and deadly.
Today Barrie has a hedge or native and exotic shrubs around his garden. As he says:
It marks my land. As Mr O’Hara in Gone with the Wind puts it to Scarlett: ‘Land is the only thing that lasts.’
Finally he sent me a cutting of this story about a recent hedge dispute: http://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/407139/On-the-hedge-of-despair-Neighbours-5-year-feud-over-a-22ft-evergreen-that-blocks-the-sun
Quote from a Guardian piece about Gillian Anderson, of The Fall, the X-Files etc:
Anderson was born in Chicago, but her parents moved to London when she was two and she lived in the north London borough of Haringey until she was 11, while her father studied film. The family later moved back to the US and settled in Michigan. Anderson – who had been a bit of a punk at school and was once voted “most likely to get arrested” by her classmates – moved to New York to try to make it as an actor.
London, though, remained a draw (she speaks with an English accent). “Even after moving to America, I always had a yearning for England,” she said in an interview last year. “I’d come back and smell the hedgerows; it always felt like some part of my insides were being pulled back here.”