[dropcap]W[/dropcap]ith my own garden currently a building site, I have never looked forward to a garden party as much as the one that The White Company threw at Eltham Palace. After rushing from appointment to appointment all week, by Friday I was more than ready to spend the day outdoors in a beautiful location surrounded by beautiful things (because, The White Company)
There was a string quartet, purple bursts of wisteria, delicious food cooked by Tim Maddams (formerly of River Cottage) drinks provided by 31 Dover, and of course, all the poplin bunting I could ever wish for.
But first, I need to show off the wisteria. The head gardner of Eltham Palace took us on a little tour of the grounds and I couldn’t take enough photos of these purple blooms.
In between bowls of strawberries and rosé wine, English Heritage reps gave house tours inside Eltham Palace. I loved learning the story about the Courtaulds who used to live in the house (although, not really a house. Not even a mansion. It’s enormous!) Virginia Courtauld sounded like a renegade I wish to be friends with- she had a big snake tattoo on her ankle and kept a pet lemur called Mahjong. Not a big deal by today’s standard, but outrageous in the 1930’s!
You can check the English Heritage website here to plan your visit (which has to include a picnic!)
Speaking of picnics, The White Company laid out picnic blankets everywhere.
…and they felt better than my duvet at home to be honest.
All of The White Company touches around the garden made the afternoon feel special, and I got loads of ideas for our garden once building work finishes. If it ever finishes…
All I know is there will be plenty of Henley striped napkins, blankets and lanterns when it is though.
One of the last to leave (yes, I am that guest!) I woefully left Eltham Palace and all the elegance behind and made my way back towards Victoria station. It was a perfect tonic to end the week, seeing familiar faces and meeting new ones. Definitely the best day out all year!
I am literally rubbing my hands together, itching to get my mitts on everything I saw on the day to furnish and decorate our new pad once the renovations are over. You’ll see what I mean here. Bunting is fine to hang all year round, right? Right?