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Warm glow…

Back at work now after two hugely affirming days working on the Key Garden, I’m still basking in a warm glow from having been privileged enough to be involved with this inspirational project, even at a very late stage.

Although I’d chatted with many of the Eden team involved with this project many times over the past few months about how things were progressing and having seen the outcome on the BBC’s coverage beforehand, on arrival I was still stunned by the amazing achievement of Paul Stone, Kevin Austin and their enthusiastic helpers drawn from homeless charities and prisons all over England. The feat of coordination to pull together contributions from so many diverse sources to present a display of world-class horticulture in the ultimate garden showcase is simply awesome.

In my role of representing Eden on the garden, I initially felt a little embarrassed in accepting praise for other peoples’ hard work and inspiration, but this discomfort turned to pure pleasure in the face of such overwhelming public enthusiasm for the Key project and all it represents.

Those who know me will be aware that I’m not given much to gushing emotion, but this was something extraordinarily moving – thank you to everybody involved for making such a powerful statement about the value of investment into the lives of disadvantaged people and giving them the chance to really unlock their potential.

It’s worth it.
In spades.

Jim Dimmock – Senior Agronomist for Eden Project

(in place of Paul Stone)

My name is John Brown and I am a service user at House of St Barnabus in Soho. I have been involved there for about 2 years now. Pippa Bagnall who is in charge of the House of St Barnabus has been very good to me. I had nothing and now I have my own flat and am able to work at the House of St Barnabus. It is a beautiful but very complex building. I work in the garden and generally do odd jobs about the place. I probably know its nooks and crannies better than any of the staff. I love being out in the fresh air. I was down at the Key Garden last week watering the Key and taking plants off the lorries.

I had to get up early today as I found out yesterday that I had been chosen to be interviewed by Alan Titchmarsh for a programme on the BBC  tonight. I came with Pippa. It was just hilarious. Alan swore when he came up to meet me on camera and I laughed out loud because we both knew he had got my name wrong. He called me John Smith, saying he had it on his brain! This was already his second take as during the first one his mobile started ringing! I was just part of a bigger interview with Dean, the guy who wrote the poetry and Paul Stone, who designed the garden. Alan was so friendly, he made it very easy for me to answer his questions about the role I had played in creating the garden.

Now I am a bit worried about what my friends in Soho will think about my performance. I am going to try to stop them watching it. Although it isn’t actually the first time I have been on TV. About 50 years ago I starred on Dixon of Dock Green that they were filming near where I lived! I played an extra, a street urchin, I think.

John Brown – House of St Barnabus, Soho

The forest of reclaimed timbers in the Key Garden is inscribed with the words of the poet Dean Stalham – a stream-of-consciousness description of his time in and out of prison, on and off the streets.

“The poem I have written for The Key is my personal life’s journey,” says Dean. “Every man and woman’s challenge is their own. I hope my poem, if nothing else, inspires people to let it out – to let it go.”

A time and a place for change – by Dean Stalham

Wife died never cried
Sister Did I hid
but now I’ve been found,
gone to ground, unbound
Quiet town promised not to let
You down.
Rat race human race
Nothing slower than sun on your
Face, feel the sun, close your
Eyes, breathe in deep
Wait to die under a massive
Why! Mum smiled, Uncle wild
Nan beguiled, bathroom tiled
Feels cold, eyes old, neck stretched
Feeling wretched, shit sketch
Tear it up, rip it up, rip it up and
Start again.
School plays, great days, kiddie ways, hooray, hooray
Hooray.
Who’s to blame for the
Lion tame, endless search for endless
Fame, shame pantomime dame,
Ugly sis, blistered fist pounded wall
Long fall, don’t worry one day you
Might grow tall, but as for now, wow!
Who knows, maybe you won’t grow?
Got to go!
Tiddly wink, wrap shrink,
Kitchen sink full of tea leaves brown
And dirty, full of ash and doggends
Unworthy.
Make the tea 22 mugs for
22 drinkers, sup, sup, sup, what’s up eh?
Mucky pup. Leave a note for Santa, put it
Behind the fire, situation dire, perhaps he’ll
Come perhaps he won’t, if you do or
You don’t, does it matter, smatter, gangs
Scatter, see you later, late mate garden gate,
No point, no weight.
As a cool west breeze
Blows across my sea, I think of you
Do you think of me and I think of all
That I have done, how I’ve wasted so
Much time on joviality and fun, and I
Think of now what I must do but my
My thoughts keep coming my thoughts
Keeps coming back to you. I will
Never let you down, I will never
Let you down again, I’m not
Leaving town, Dad’s frown
Flowered gown, dressing down.
Sin bin, tin tin, tin tack, poor Uncle Ian
Smack, whack no pushing that brain back jack.
Funny days, funny farms, tattooed arms
My lucky charms. One day I bent
Over plucked myself a four leaf clover,
Endless luck, was it fuck, useless quack
Quack duck!
Out for the count, no doubt
Ear hole clout, back hander round the head,
Early bed, leg red. Brother giggling, toes wiggling
Aunties haggling.
I ran round the block once,
Really fast I did, fastest kid or so I thought
Zero naught, never got caught.
Picked my wart
Upon my hand, I was once a lead singer in
A band. The killer sharks, what a lark!
One gig once stupid dunce thought it
Was the start of something big, just one off
Gig!
Slip shod, brickies hod, big dog unwiped
Big log, hog hog blog, I remember sweet shop
Black jack fruit salad Gary Glitter massive ballad,
Sad lad, gone bad, should have been more than
Happy with what he had, how sad leaky rad,
Quick spurt, taste the dirt Uncle Bert.
My Woman
She hasn’t gone away she lives here in
My heart, the drink, no it never took her
It never tore us apart, for we made love while
The storm it raged and I held her
In my arms, no the drink it never took
Her, she lives here in my heart.
Big gob, desk job Uncle Rob. Uncle Alan
Thinks he’s Callan, just a top cop in a
Strop. Uncle Peter?Now there’s another
Brother, loved a lover or two or three
Tee hee, hee haw, see saw. Swing in the
Park after dark, after eight, I’m sorry sir
That I’m late. ‘At the back you’re disrupting
The class you stupid arse! But I got him back I set
His sail, can’t tell you what I did end up
In jail.
Shoosh bush nice tush mush tickly beard
Something weird feel the fear costs dear.
Can’t hear. For the sake of trying
Crying, Friday night is the night for
Frying, Sunday drying, hanging out
To dry Grand Dads navy tie. Smoked Senior Service
He did 40 a day! He wasn’t gay.
Brain brain speeding train door whore
Go away, co-op man please come back another
Day. Leave us alone! You can’t phone no tone
Dog and bone. Tic tac jack frost.
One day in my
Silver cross a bumble bee invaded me stingzeeee.
In the middle of my big forehead, it must have bled?
No shit, no jargon but what a garden! Hedge
Forge Grand Pop George and nanny Daisy heard
Tell she hell she raisy, many lovers during war, COR!
Loved my piccies a chicken I drew, phew!
She said it was art sent it off to Tony Hart.
Never shown, blown, moan, everyday man,
Sham, sham, lost lamb Batman BLAAM!
My mate Sam opong he did me wrong
Sold me cheaper than a song, busted gong!
Long hair, hipster flare, kiss or dare, postmans knock,
Pretty frock, ankle socks, you run for fun
At the sound of the gun. First kiss bliss lemon
Drops, tip tops, flip flops, guitars made from mops.
Bruised battered shattered chips in paper ice cream wafer
Wafer thin next of kin sin bin.
My son loves fun, when I look into his eyes I see the sun, I
Feel the sun, then I run, beat my retreat, fast feet, no heat.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, blow, hot and cold, soul sold.

 My wealth? Health and stealth, life its self,
my heart beat beat’s to keep my feet’s on the streets,
my lungs go in and out catching air,
 even I wouldn’t want to catch my breath,
eye twitch, back itch, fingers scratch,
snatch a wink or two or three or four
 can’t count no more, layer player
soothsayer tooth slayer, doctor,
doctor call a doctor spock ya?
In need of dentistry, set my gums free,
 do one, do two never bothered
sniffing glue, do you, you hoo?
I got lost, no repost, gathered little moss,
life’s a doss but I wish it wasn’t.
One fond memory keeps me safe,
keeps me warm, keeps me strong,
makes me smile as wide as a mile,
only for a while, a short, short while,
the grand mass sat on the grass
under a big blue sky, and you wonder why is it I can fly,
the sun it shined, the wind it blew,
the rain it came and then it went away
and the band, the band, the band just played,
I met a girl, we fell in love, Shelly was her name,
she was so cool but she never came. She never came.
Only myself to blame, lost the game, lost the plot,
did what I did got what I got, running nose snot, snot, snot,
dim sum, some din, big yin lost on train,
lost his brain searching for an obscure vein
end up slain, big ben, japs, yen, click click
camera lens, stale widge under bridge,
not great, irate crate, human freight,
ping pong sing a song.
I’m trying hard so hard in vain to ease my problems
to ease my pain cos I’m missing you, feeling lost,
 lost in lifes maze walking around in a constant
daze cos im missing you, missing who?
Missing Mum, hum drum, half eaten yum yum,
full throttle hit the bottle end up running away to Gerry Cottle,
jubilation for the nation, free education,
no knowledge no college, no school, un cool,
less thrills on tall hills no apple pies on window sills,
love that cat, not the one in the hat, love that mouse,
rat rat no chance me getting fat, sound sound gissa pound?
Police charge, Geordie sarge, worst smell urine cell,
 wino fight, endless night, tramp rape,
drawn drape, dumb dumb slum come.
Push ya rush ya diss ya Hare bloody Krishna,
ring ring, ding ding dong dong head gone,
beep beep beeps the train door weeps,
mobile phones, constant moans
tube way clones forever drones,
old town, dads a clown, un wound,
last night I dreamt of butter what a nutter….
blow a kiss hit or miss….if nothing else? Read this. 
ART SAVES LIVES!

Bloomin’ marvellous…

Day 2 for RHS members and they seem to love the natural look of our garden. Three deep at times and there were loads of positive comments and lots of interest in the story behind its creation and its sustainability. The Welcome Project from Ilford – Una and Ishmael – were first up yesterday followed by the NOAH Enterprise Team from Luton headed up by Steve Gill who demonstrated his complete lack of knowledge about all things horticultural – which fortunately is fair enough as NOAH were responsible for building the poetry pillars and the decking area! Being RHS members, the visitors really know their stuff so fortunately the Eden Project team were on hand to help out on identification of plants that were more complex than the vegetable garden…

Mid morning a BBC film crew turned up to get some footage for A Taste of Chelsea – they took an hour to get about 10 seconds of footage of some of the edible plants in our garden. And then I was interviewed by Peter White from You and Yours on Radio 4, about the garden and what it stands for, due to go out on Friday at midday. Peter also spoke to Mark, who suffered from depression and was referred to NOAH and Richard, a volunteer, who were undoubtedly more interesting than me. I shall probably be edited out!

In the afternoon, the guys from St Edmunds Society in Norwich came along to man the stand. In between handing out leaflets and chatting to visitors, Ian, the woodwork tutor, found a moment to have a chat about the experience:

“It is just great to see the expression on people’s faces when I tell them about the garden. They really feel the warmth of what we are representing. Being involved in the project has been great for the young guys at St Eds – coming from the background that many of them do, it is rare that they have ever been told that they have done something well, that they can be proud of. And now, here they are at the Chelsea Flower Show talking to people about the garden and about the table in the pavilion that they have made – demonstrating real skills and real teamwork. It’s just fantastic.”

Vilnis, Clifford and Liam from St Eds were taking a break behind the tool shed so had a bit of time to have a chat…

Vilnis commented, “I like being useful and so working on this project has been great. ASF had their own ideas about how we should design the table, but I was also able to express myself and they listened to me and what the other team members thought. It’s good to come to the show and see the table in the garden.”

Liam joked, “It’s great to be here today. Everything seems to be up to the Queen’s standard. I’ve had a look around the show and I really like some of the sculptures. I enjoy being useful and being with people who share the same interests.

Gill Perkins – Head of Marketing & Communications – Homeless Link
(Covering for a busy Rebecca Sycamore)

I’m on “cloud 9”.

I was thrilled to be able to shake hands with the Queen, Duke of Edinburgh, Princess Anne, Duke & Duchess of Kent and David Bellamy. Every one of them spent time looking at the plot. It was a shame Prince Charles was called off to one of the other plots.

It was an absolutely fantastic, really great unbelievable day. The first time anyone in my family has shaken hands with the queen.

Daniel from Watford New Hope Trust

All that glitters…

The Key Garden won silver today at the Chelsea Flower Show!

Several weeks ago, when I was still knee deep in co-ordinating who was coming to the show on which days and I hadn’t really comprehended the enormous task facing Paul Stone and all those who were about to help him make The Key a reality, someone asked me if I thought the garden might win. If I remember correctly my response was to laugh rather nervously and say I wasn’t thinking that far ahead; when of course what I should have done was say something meaningful about people already winning because of the positive experience and the opportunity to challenge stereotypes and confound expectations.

I could make up for that lapse now, although other contributors to this blog have made the point far more richly than I can hope to. Even without the medal I know that I have participated in something special and feel privileged to have had this opportunity and to share the undertaking with all the other people involved.

But, it does feel good to have the achievements of all those who have given time and energy recognised and the work of all the volunteers and the Eden team rewarded.

A huge congratulations to all the people involved in this project, silver is a very fetching colour for a medal!

We’re also still in with a chance of winning the People’s Choice award – if you like our garden please vote for us online.

Rebecca Sycamore – Homeless Link

After months of hard work seeing the garden develop from tiny seedlings into the finished result today, we were just gobsmacked to see the garden in all its glory today – and the response to the garden from the media has been staggering.

We feel honoured to have been on site today, to officially open the garden to the world. It was a really early start today though – up in the wee hours to do an interview with BBC Breakfast this morning, and throughout the day to the various media at the show – so we’re all pretty tired, but exhilarated!

Some thoughts from us at Watford Key Hope Trust:

Robert Greenhill – “The most fantastic thing today has been seeing the garden finished. Just amazing! I’m very pleased with it, it’s been a smashing day, and we’ve all coped with the media interviews. All in all, a top day!”

tea_key

Tea on the Key: Watford New Hope Trust volunteers and Paul Stone

Daniel Armitt – (our tireless media star!) – “I echo Rob’s sentiments, just seeing the finished item has been great, remembering how we started out with tiny seedlings at our site in Watford! I’ve done interviews with GMTV, the BBC, ABC (Australia) and Portuguese TV.”

Patrick Malone – “The whole thing has been amazing. We’ve met so many different people. The highlight for me too, has been to see the finished garden in all its glory, despite the rain.”

Our volunteers with Moira Stewart!

Our volunteers with Moira Stewart!

Carly Orpen (our resident celeb spotter!) – “It’s been quite a day for star spotting – so far, I’ve managed to get photos of David Bellamy, Moira Stuart, Katherine Jenkins, Dame Kiri Te Kanawa, and Mackenzie Crook in and around our garden. I’m just disappointed I missed Rolf Harris, Trevor Philipps and Paul Smith! Moira, Dame Kiri and Mackenzie all seemed to like our garden the best – so let’s see how the judges decide tomorrow!”

It’s been a lovely day – just fantastic!

Watford New Hope Trust team

Giving a sense of hope

Rob, the artist on the garden:

“For me working with everyone on this project has been an exciting journey.

“Like the garden it’s had its rough patches full of stumbling blocks as well as moments of calm and shelter. But most satisfying of all has been the sense of community I have felt in this extraordinary collaboration of people from such different walks of life. The passion and enthusiasm that has been shown by everyone involved has been overwhelming and a real joy to be part of. It is a working example of the message that it gets across, it’s not just a garden.

Dean's poetry on the story wall

Dean's poetry on the story wall

“The under lying theme of reading between the lines, present in Dean’s poetry, the slats of the bench, the image within the line of pillars and the gaps in those pillars that allow us a glimpse into the place of change, instils a very real sense of hope. I think it is this sense of hope that has generated such interest from the media and I hope, will go on to make it a favourite with the general public.

“Not once during this whole experience have I heard an angry word uttered, which is incredible considering the scale of the project, the number of people involved and the reputations at stake. I don’t think this would have been the case if it wasn’t the fact that everyone has been striving towards the same goal. A goal shared by those that have been marginalised by society or have been working to include such people in society by giving them an opportunity to show their true potential.

“When I look at the garden I see as our garden, belonging not only to the Eden project but to the huge list of organisations and individuals that contributed to its creation. Both literally and metaphorically this garden bares fruit. I can’t help feeling that no matter what the outcome of the judging ‘The Key’ is a winner.

The Chelsea Flower Show is well under way and our Key garden is receiving plenty of attention in the media.

Last night’s BBC preview show, hosted by Alan Titchmarsh, featured the garden. Alan said of The Key: “It seems fairly calm already on the Key Garden. This has been designed by Paul Stone of the Eden Project. It aims to show that planting is for everybody. The plants here, 10,000 of them, have all been planted by homeless people and prisoners. It’s a wonderful mixture of purples, greens and pinks.”

You can view the show on BBC iPlayer at www.bbc.co.uk/chelsea, a site that also features plenty of information for anyone interested in Chelsea.

In Saturday’s Daily Telegraph, Matthew Appleby previewed the show and said: “Nothing stands out this year, except the Eden Project garden built by the homeless and grown by prisoners. Maybe in these tough times the public will go for that.” Appleby’s piece also quoted William Hill odds of 12/1 for The Key to win Best in Show. Fingers crossed!

The Key was also mentioned in this week’s Sunday Telegraph, Saturday’s Guardian, Saturday’s Independent and this morning’s BBC Breakfast show. A preview of The Key, including profiles of some of the people who worked on the project, is on the BBC website. Today’s London Evening Standard also carries a piece.

We’re hoping for even more positive coverage after today’s press launch…

Hello, Sid here. I’m one of the volunteers working on the garden. I’ve been here virtually from the start to now. It was hard to see what the garden was going to look like in the beginning – it just looked like a barren bit of wasteland, a bit of beaten up grass.

Now it has been transformed into a proper garden – it looks like someone has spent years looking after this garden and put a lot of time and effort into it.

For me, my main role has been hard landscaping. It was really physically demanding work. Firstly we had to create the mounds out of waste soil, for the plants, and do a lot of the digging and concreting for the hard landscaping. It’s tiring and I have slept well.

It’s a once in a lifetime thing to come to Chelsea…people like me may not get the chance to go to the show again. It’s good. I met a lot of people from Eden – they worked really hard on the garden. Paul coped well with all the people who came and went…trying to organize all those people was tough.

It was a good experience. It made you realize how hard people have to work to make a living as a gardener and how hard you have to work to keep your job sometimes.

There were interesting concepts with the plants – planting veg with plants you can’t eat – I never thought of doing things like that…so I’ll take some of that away with me.

It’s a shame that it only lasts for one week and they are gong to dismantle the garden. I took some of the plants away – some herbs and an apple of the earth – and I’m going to put them in a trough on the balcony where I live in Elephant and Castle.

Sid from St Giles Trust, Camberwell

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