St Fagans

I was so pleased to find these photos of the gardens, as there don't seem to be very many around.
My grandfather Trevor Dimond was the head gardener there. He started just after the war and was there for 30 years and boy, did he and his men work hard, starting at 6.00am and finishing at 10.00pm to maintain the standards.
I lived with him and my grandmother in The Gardens House, a large house tucked away in the museum, now unfortunately offices, and my playground as a child was the gardens, it couldn't have been more magical.
I am so proud of the work he put into the gardens and often visit and look back. I remember him nurturing the seedlings to plant on when the season was right, pruning the red and black vines of the grapes in the greenhouses that visitors used to buy, and the smell of the flowers on summer evenings.
I really wish there was there was more of his work shown in the museum today but he was never one to get photographed or interviewed too much, he would be quietley in the background.
I have had a bench dedicated to him that overlooks the ponds, on the other side of the castle, so should you ever sit down for a rest and take in the beauty of the gardens, spare a thought for the great, hard working man that got it all going from virtually nothing.