Riverbed
There are not many people who can claim that their latest alpine plant growing area
came about because they always wanted a Yew hedge. I have spent many hours in various
National Trust properties admiring and envying the beautiful Yew hedges. Up to the
beginning of last year, there was nowhere in the garden where we could put one, so it
remained a dream. However, while visiting a local nursery we discovered that they were
selling off 3 feet tall yew plants at £15 for ten plants. Now that was just too good an
opportunity to miss, we bought 10.
At the northern corner of our garden we have a small wood. The trees are actually
Damson and the ground under them is full of a Galanthus nivalis form. I wanted to extend the
area in which the snowdrops grew so I spent part of the winter clearing away the brambles
and ivy from the section nearest the boundary. This opened up the wood to the strong winds
which cause a lot of damage to our garden in spring. The clearance also left us with a length
of fence with nothing growing up it. It was just about the right length for the yew trees! I
fastened windbreak material to the wire netting which is the boundary fence to give the trees
chance to establish before they had to brave the icy blast.
Behind the Damson trees.
Now those who have read about our gardening here in other articles will perhaps
remember that the soil in this part of the garden is best described as a mixture of broken glass
brick rubble and leaf mould with a sprinkling of scrap metal. Therefore, I had expected to
have to do a fair amount of work to clean it up before planting. In went the fork, spades are
no use in this kind of soil. Clang! Every where I pushed in the fork, after about 6 inches
depth, I hit something solid. I cleared away the ‘soil’ removing as much of the nasty stuff as I
could while doing it. Just below the surface I came across rocks.
That is not unusual in this garden, almost everywhere we have dug we have found
‘rocks’. They are almost all the rounded pebbles one finds on beaches or in river beds.
The area was once a glacial lake and the fields round us are full of this material. We think that
as the fields have been cultivated, any unwanted material has been dumped on the waste land
which is now our garden. Mind I always worry that we have found something of
There are not many people who can claim that their latest alpine plant growing area
came about because they always wanted a Yew hedge. I have spent many hours in various
National Trust properties admiring and envying the beautiful Yew hedges. Up to the
beginning of last year, there was nowhere in the garden where we could put one, so it
remained a dream. However while visiting a local nursery we discovered that they were
selling off 3 feet tall yew plants at £15 for ten plants. Now that was just too good an
opportunity to miss, we bought 10.
At the northern corner of our garden we have a small wood. The trees are actually
Damson and the ground under them is full of a Galanthus nivalis form. I wanted to extend the
area in which the snowdrops grew so I spent part of the winter clearing away the brambles
and ivy from the section nearest the boundary. This opened up the wood to the strong winds
which cause a lot of damage to our garden in spring. The clearance also left us with a length
of fence with nothing growing up it. It was just about the right length for a yew trees! I
fastened windbreak material to the wire netting which is the boundary fence to give the trees
chance to establish before they had to brave the icy blast.
Now those who have read about our gardening here in other articles will perhaps
remember that the soil in this part of the garden is best described as a mixture of broken glass
brick rubble and leaf mould with a sprinkling of scrap metal. Therefore I had expected to
have to do a fair amount of work to clean it up before planting. In went the fork, spades are
no use in this kind of soil. Clang! Everywhere I pushed in the fork, after about 6 inches
depth, I hit something solid. I cleared away the ‘soil’ removing as much of the nasty stuff as I
could while doing it. Just below the surface I came across rocks.
Now, that is not unusual in this garden, almost everywhere we have dug we have we have found
‘rocks’. They are almost all the rounded pebbles one finds on beaches or in river beds. The area was
once a glacial lake and the fields round us are full of this material. We think that as the fields have
been cultivated, any unwanted material has been dumped on the waste land which is now our garden.
Mind I always worry that we have found something of archaeological interest, until the ubiquitous HP
sauce bottle turns up, below the pebble layer. So, after a weeks digging and removing this is what I
had. There were also a large number of broken house bricks, slates and other such material. This
was taken to the local Recycling yard.
The rocks themselves I stored behind the compost heap until I had decided what to do with them.
Fortunately/sadly, early on in the winter we had something of a disaster. The temperature dropped
from plus 8c. in a rain storm to minus 8c, in something around two hours. To show what effect that
kind of weather can have, we lost all our sprouts (vegetables in an Alpine article! Heresy! } and
cabbages. The plants simply exploded. When spring arrived we also discovered that the weather had
wiped out all the hebes in part of the garden. That was quite a blow as they were all grown from wild
collected seeds and thus irreplaceable. However, it did leave us with an area where we needed to do
something to fill the empty space. The area faces South east and is well sheltered from every other
direction by plant covered trelisses.
The other side of the path from this was already an area of gravel, which has to be kept that way to
allow access to the Septic tank when it needs emptying. It also was a useful place to put the rocks
before placing them in situ.
Then came the problem of deciding what we were actually going to make with these rocks. Most of
them were less than a foot by a foot by a foot. There were 5 or 6 bigger ones and a lot of much
smaller ones, down to gravel size. Since they were glacially deposited they are of very mixed origin
which makes creating a conventional ‘Rock garden’ a little difficult. We discussed various options with
one or three ‘experts’ and the best suggestion was made by Vic Aspland. He thought that the
material looked rather like the sort of rocks on found at the top of a beach. That is what we set out to
re-create.
The first action then was to make a barrier between the new feature and the garden area behind it.
Since it was intended to look like a beach and we had some lengths of logs I made my version of a
groyne.
Then we began trying to place the rocks. This was much harder to do that we had anticipated.
No matter how we tried, it always ended up looking like a conventional rock garden. So after a few
head scratchings and rock moving around and cups of tea, finally we changed the design a little to
making a dried up riverbed. We placed the largest rocks first.
You need to imagine the water flowing from the top right of the picture, down to the path, through
various little channels. You need a good imagination though!
Now it was just a question of adding the rest of the material.
Since this was to have been a beach scene we had bought a load of ballast to use as filler. This is a
mixture of 25 mm gravel and sharp sand. I also added equal quantities of 12 mm. shingle (rounded
gravel) to it. This mixture was spread over the area between the rocks. The sand is a rather bright
colour, but it was all that was available. It is river sand so it does not contain any lime.
The next layer was sharp sand and 5 mm. grit in equal quantities.
The rest of the smaller stones were then added. and topped with 12 mm. shingle.
The same sort of construction was continued on the other side of the path, except that since this was
already a gravel garden and extremely well drained we did no more than scrape the gravel away,
place the rocks and cover the area with sand.
The finished article. Now comes the interesting part, planting it up.
