
One of the nicest things about blogging is the ability to share a peek into a magical place. I’d not be surprised to hear that even some of the people who have visited Cothay Manor have left without experiencing the courtyard garden. I happened upon it as if by mistake on my second or third circuit of the garden. It seemed such an intimate space that I asked the lady quietly gardening there whether visitors were welcome.

She assured me I was welcome and we talked a little about roses. The walls of the manor are clothed with roses and other vines, including Rosa mutabilis trained as a magnificent climber which I had not seen done before. We’d missed seeing most of the roses in full flower, but there was plenty more to admire.
The courtyard garden was so amply accessorised and planted that only a narrow path led through to the manor house. It was hard to know where to tread. An artful combination of Verbascum with love-in-a-mist foliage and seed heads appeared to grow out of the gravel and pavement; Erigeron actually did. Topiary lent a little formality, in an Alice Through The Looking Glass fashion, while a tree fern and other tender plants paid tribute to the shelter that walls and a thoughtful gardener can provide.
The garden feels romantic, idyllic, yet ridiculously domestic, despite the splendour of its setting and its status as a visitor attraction. I can imagine that the planting might seem very informal to some people, but I loved it. I believe the whole garden had been ‘relaxed’ a little, to meet the brief for a film set: I could be wrong. Either way, it suited my imagination from the rooftops down to the ground.

Cothay Manor’s website notes that in medieval times, the rent for the land surrounding the manor was a rose and a pair of silver spurs, payable at Christmas and mid-summer’s day. It must be wonderful to wake in the morning and look out from one of the many windows over the courtyard, and relax in the sun on the bench or under the parasol, but a little less wonderful, perhaps, to be responsible for the estate’s upkeep today.

In tempting people to visit by sharing these pictures, it is only fair to mention that it takes a bold spirit to navigate the winding, tall-hedged, rabbit run lanes around the garden – make sure you know how to find the car park before setting off!
Cothay Manor is in Greenham, Wellington, Somerset, England TA21 0JR

Beautiful garden and a lovely house, must visit when next in Somerset.
Thanks for posting this with such inspiring photographs.
I’m glad it inspired you.
What a gorgeous spot!
It was glorious, planned disarray.
Oh, what a magical place. I could just imagine having tea in this garden. 🙂
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place where I’d like to have tea more.
Now that is saying a lot, given your wide travels!
The view of the house and the garden was just remarkable, and I’m convinced there were details only lingering would reveal.
What a delight! Inspiring photos too, thanks
I couldn’t decide which to choose, so I tried everyone’s patience by sharing them all!
Thanks for sharing what must have seemed at the time a private space, for your eyes only.
My pleasure! It did have a very peaceful quality.
My sort of courtyard. Beautiful photos Susan. Some inspirational planting combinations.
It was worth the journey, and that’s saying something! 🙂
Is it really difficult to reach? I’m used to single track roads here, but still hate having to reverse when coming face to face with another vehicle, especially a tractor!
I learned to reverse in narrow lanes when I worked for DAR, although you have to be a bit of a masochist to like doing it. The last mile or so to Cothay is bad and the place in general is not well signed. I didn’t help myself by getting very lost after we reached the gates to the house, which is not the same thing as the car park. I followed the signs that were probably out for a country run or bike ride or something.
Thanks, sounds a bit hairy! I remember using the SatNav to get to Helligan, the first time. When the lanes became no wider than my car I started to panic.
Lovely, wild and romantic.
I’d watch any film set there just to see more of the garden, though I can’t imagine where the film cameras and the director’s chair would fit in!
Magical! I would have loved to walk there, sit there and just take in the athmosphere – a veritable feast! Thank yo for taking us, Susan.
There is a stone unicorn nearby in an walk of clipped Robinia pseudoacacia ‘Umbraculifera’ underplanted with Nepeta ’Six Hills Giant’ conjuring up the times when it was thought maidens needed somewhere to exercise the creatures only they could tame.
I no nothing of that story! Exercise unicorns?
Wikipedia quotes Leonardo da Vinci:
‘The unicorn, through its intemperance and not knowing how to control itself, for the love it bears to fair maidens forgets its ferocity and wildness; and laying aside all fear it will go up to a seated damsel and go to sleep in her lap, and thus the hunters take it.’
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What a fabulous garden. This looks like one that is well worth a visit. Lovely photos.
It is. I got horribly lost getting there and was overwrought by the time we arrived – in no state of mind to enjoy any garden, or so I thought, but the garden gradually worked its spell.
Looks beautiful and a lovely reminder of summer too:)
I have so many summer photos I haven’t got round to sharing yet.
“Magical” doesn’t begin to describe this! If I sat me down in such a place, I’d never ever get up. Thank you for the therapy!
It would be an exceedingly difficult place to leave. A zoom lens would have come in very handy – I was scared of trampling the flowers!
Well, THAT was pretty! Thank you for taking us along!
Thank you for joining me!