“And what’s this one called?” Charlotte Molesworth is walking around her glorious garden, pointing at various species of box hedge. “Elegantissima! Exactly. Jolly well done.” In her former life, Charlotte – spry, enthusiastic and utterly engaging – was an art teacher; it seems she hasn’t lost her pedagogic tendencies.
Now, however, she occupies herself with the plot surrounding her charming cottage, not far from Sissinghurst, in Kent. It is a romantic, rambling place, one that certainly keeps her busy – not least as she opens it up to the public, both privately and as part of the National Garden Scheme. While she has a little help these days, much of the work is done by Charlotte and her husband, Donald, a pair of faithful rescue hounds trotting a few steps behind. The couple spend more time than most halfway up a Niwaki ladder or balancing on one leg, secateurs in hand, tending to the tremendous topiary that shapes the skyline here. “Garden yoga!” Charlotte twinkles. “It does keep you fit.”
Gardening, Charlotte says, “is all about orchestration, observation and editing. Oh, and patience.” She would know – for when she and Donald moved here 40 years ago, theirs was entirely overgrown. Armed with the yew seedlings they had asked for as wedding presents, they got to work. In the intervening years, it’s the topiary that has come to matter most to Charlotte – her chess pieces and cones, dogs, peacocks and pretty helical swirls. On our visit they were woolly, awaiting a trim once the birds have left their nests. Until then, Charlotte will be thinking about shapes.