I am reminded of that old truism that if you ask a committee to design a racehorse, they will end up with a camel. Well, the bureaucratic committee’s dreams of national splendour, a garden to fulfill the egos of a national identity, to compete with the Royal Botanic Garden at Kew, the hugely expensive National Botanic Garden of Wales, is a camel.
Set in the deprived area of rural West Wales, over £88 million of tax payer’s money has been spent to create this camel. The gardens are just not good enough for either the price or its label of National Garden. And the people of Wales know it, so don’t come.
But the place is not so bad, visited in late May 2016, it is all just on the wrong scale, with too much tick box trendy municipal labels and not enough garden. The children’s maze, the playground, the “educational” zones can be off putting for an adult looking for planting. The huge conference size squares outside the stables, empty of flowers but full of concrete, steps and paved areas suggest a good place for a pop concert. The long walk up to the dome from the car park was how the committee clearly envisaged the hordes of crowds being managed as they poured in to see this garden. In fact the crowd management theme seems to have been a vital part of the design brief. They would come in their thousands to West Wales and single handedly rescue the local economy, just by existing. The result is empty space with a curious set of “sites” and “scenes” arranged far apart, with the supposed crowning glory of a very large dome. The biggest green house in the world. I think they were trying to out do the enormously successful Eden Project in Cornwall and accept also the reality that West Wales is a rainy place too.
So in the green and verdant landscape they plonked a green house, designed by Lord Rogers at huge expense and record breaking amounts of glass and decided to specialise in dry arid plants. Moss and lichen control must be a constant battle. And who cares about the technological feat of glass. Except the egos on the committee and Lord Rogers. It doesn’t improve the visitor experience to know its the biggest.
Still with so few people there it was pleasant to wander round the cavernous space and enjoy the bridges, the Madeira area, a bit of Australia, and a sniff at California and then South Africa. Bedding plants galore, and plants of weird shapes to be gawped at. The giant Echiums down in a watery cavern were fabulous, as all to myself, I slowly wound my way over and through the dome. Are they endangered? Is there a horticultural school or a plant bio centre to use all this space? I fear not. With my husband sitting down for a break I was the only person in the whole place.
Outside the Rock garden looked incongruous in the green landscape and the inevitable moss. Why specialise in the dry and arid out here as well as inside? Such a far cry from a rocky dry mountainside.
The Wallace garden up by the remains of the house is empty of purpose and has bee hives and I think what will be a wild flower area for the kiddies. They could have done a tropical area, in this intimate space, or copied Great Dixter and done a jungle. Or a Rose garden, or medicinal herbs to educate the children…… never mind.
The double walled garden, the old vegetable gardens, are huge and needs more clarity as to its zones and purpose, but the gardeners have tried hard and the plants are interesting in their squares. Perhaps they should have planted by family so we could see what Rosacea plants have in common, or the Labaceaea family, or the Fabaceaea. The sweet pea tunnel will be lovely though. The formal hedging by the veg patch interesting. Its just that nothing links. The tropical house was fun if you wear glasses, they all steam up like a jungle experience, but I couldn’t as a result see the plants other than familiar bathroom favourites, Dracunculus and maiden hair ferns.
But what was the expanse of green grass before it, large enough for thousands to mingle? I see on my map it is called the Performance Stage. Shakespeare in the rain may be, but for so many? The Welsh equivalent of Galstonbury, but it never materialised? Who knows, the committee certainly didn’t.
There were some nice touches, the charming long trickle of water draining down the little cobble rill from the top of the slope to the bottom, was unattached to the water and bogs at the bottom. But it looked quaint and tiny, small and sweet against the municipal space, coming out of little drains and popping down. Children in wellies splashed safely in its puddles. But why only special designers, flown in from Italy, could reset the cobbles was beyond me. It reminded me of a village street drain in any small rural cobbled town.
Llandielo probably had one just like it if they had looked, and council work men to install it. Surely the gardens would have been a wonderful chance for local kids to train in skills and horticulture. Another wasted opportunity to benefit the area. And what was the point of the planting on the other side of the wide path? Is it a long shrubbery, a long herbaceaous border, a slow growing tree belt? Or a stream of consciousness of to be interpreted some how or other, with kids splashing in their open drain. I failed to see the point. Other fixtures were showing wear and tare with grouting falling out and dirty stone facings greeting the passer bye. Before glancing at the wild bog area, walking by it as there were no paths to enter, no way into the welsh bog.
So do go, especially with children, who are free, making the garden a cheaper day out. The enormous empty dining room will ensure you dont have to queue for long, and the maze and playground will suit your family. Hire a buggy for granny if she finds the walks between places too far ( as I did, due to a hip problem), prepare to be underwhelmed and enjoy all that space with so few people. The staff are friendly and smiley and if its rainy you can play hide and seek in the Dome. By yourself.