It was on the radio this morning, after the topic of the tragic closure of some of our libraries, which is bad enough, the presenters were talking about the probability of a Miss Marple film being made, with Jennifer Garner playing Miss Marple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can see a news report here.
Miss Marple is not, under any circumstances, sexy. Neither is she any other age other than a very wise sixty/seventy year old.
There are no if's or but's about this, it is just a fact.
I surprised myself by feeling more outraged by a sexy Miss Marple, than about the closure of our libraries, which is very perverse, and I should stamp on this abberation immediately. Our libraries are more important than a sexy Miss Marple. And to put all that into perspective, there are terrible natural disasters occuring around the world, destroying people's lives, let me remind myself.
Still (and I am gagging myself here, so my words are sort of muffled), Miss Marple played by an attractive actress? Joan Hickson was the best Miss Marple. She had white hair, wrinkles, a girth, and she was very, very English.
One of my first posts on this blog, back in 2007, was titled "I wish I was Miss Marple".
Another post I did in August 2009, was titled "worthy of Miss Marple".
I occasionally sigh and say to Hugo "I wish I was Miss Marple". Which is very silly of course, but I've built up a romantic and very fixed idea of the famous sleuth in my mind. I love the life she lives as created by Agatha Christie, and how it was portrayed by Joan Hickson. Plus, I love the idea that a little old lady is the heroine of the plots, not some young get-up-and-go thing.
Anyway, let me show you something that I know for a fact Miss Marple would be in to. An Open garden, as seen by Hugo and myself back in June of last year.
I was keeping this for a rainy day!
The day we went on this little outing, it was to a village called Gifford, in Scotland, where about ten of the inhabitants had opened up their gardens for charity. So these photos I'm showing you are a mish-mash from about three of the gardens we visited.
The garden I was most impressed by, was the one with the walled garden. Within that wall was paradise, made by lots of hard work.
You see the planting in the photos above? The Irises in amongst the grasses? I've not seen that combination before, and thought it was very original, and exquisite.
The weather that day went from bright sunshine, to being overcast, to pouring with rain, lastly settling on a grey damp dullness. So the colours in these photos are all over the place. The grey skies made all the colours in the gardens look bright and garish, especially the greens.
At one point, we had to huddle in a greenhouse with lots of other visitors and tomatoes and grapes that were being grown by the owners. In that very British way, no one made jolly conversation. Or maybe we were just looking in awe at the torrential rain and thanking our lucky stars there was a greenhouse to shelter in. It was the sort of downpour not even an umbrella could protect against.
One of the gardens had a summer house at the bottom of the garden, overlooking a stream. The little building was on a circular runner, so the whole thing could be turned to catch the sun as it moved during the day.
Another garden had the most eye-catching little house for a dog, set into the hedge.
The teas were served in the village hall, not in any of the open gardens, and one thing Hugo and I remarked upon, was that a cream tea in a village hall is nice, but it is not as charming as sitting in a grand garden, admiring the abundant borders, and luxuriating in it all, with a slice of cake and a cup of tea to hand.
Miss Marple would be very at home amongst all this. She might even have spiced up the day a bit by happening to come across the demise of some ghastly character who no one liked, in the herbaceous border.
I'd have sat and done a bit of knitting with her whilst we sipped our tea, and mulled over 'who did it'.
Well, goodbye for now, and a cheerio! for good measure. Love Vanessa xxx