
You asked and we delivered. Many of you may have visited the Lion's Den tea Rooms in our early days, and you know that we had to close it when Covid hit to provide adequate space for our service users. Ever since then we have been inundated with requests to re open a refreshment facility. Well, with the help of various funding streams we have done it. ![]() On Friday the 24th April 202 the Rainforest cafe (so name after one of our service users, Evan, always refering to the Lion's Den Tea Room as the Rainforest Cafe) was officially opened. The journey stared at in the second half of 2024, with the putting together and building of a wooden structure that would display and store all the refreshment produce. We used innovative footings that would keep the base of the shed safe from damp ground, and bolstered that with a heavy coating of preservative on all the bottom joists. Then the construction began; the wooden shed rising from the decking boards, and carefully painted so that it blended into the landscape of the site.. Along with members of the general public, family, friends, careres and guardians some of our Funders turned up for the grand opening of the Rainforest Cafe by the mayor of Durham, Liz Brown So we now have a beautiful and peaceful refreshment centre where anyone can come and help themselves to drinks, confectionary, scones and cakes, find a picnic bench or quiet seat in our demonstration gardens or riverside woodlands and soak in our tranquil surroundings. Please do bring along your furry four footed friend too. We have a doggy service station, free biscuits and plenty of poop bags in case of emergencies. We just ask that they be kept on leads at all times though.
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This time last year we were lucky enough to have been awarded some grant funding from the CDCF (now Point North) Health Improvement fund to improve our growing facilities and take day care service users, volunteers and staff through the seasonal cycles of sowing, growing, nurturing, harvesting, preparing, cooking and eating fruit and vegetable, aSome of the grant was for wood so that we could knock down and rebuild our old and rotten compost bay. So now we have a lrge three bay system where there will be one bay in use (putting in all kitchen vegetable and horticultural floral matter), one rotting down and one ready to put on the beds and borders. This not only means we dont have to buy as much for the nursery, but also means that we are minimising the amount of waste that goes into our bins and landfill. The fund also allowed us to buy and put up a small polytunnel that we have used for lengthening the growing season. Our strawberry patch on the top tier had become tired and wasnt producing anymore so that is where we sited the new tunnel. It was a squeeze and involved plenty of planning, head scratching and body contorsions but in the end fitted into the spot perfectly. We had a successful end of season growing courgettes, peas, turnips and salads in it. The vegetable beds themselves, our terraces, were underwater for most of the year, having had almost continuous rain from the June right through till late this year. We took the opportunity to mulch them with local farmyard manure. And whilst the rain and the worms were incorporationg it into the soil we got on with sowing and pricking out all the vegetables that we would be planting tinto the borders and growing in the tunnels and greenhouse this year, We also continued with learning al about food hygiene and preparing healthy, nutritious meals, using as much home grown fruit and vegetables as possible. We learnt how to make scrumptious two course meals as well as simple satifying lunches...oh and lots of puddings (but they always contained fruit) As the season went on, despite being late getting onto the veg beds for the poor weather, our produce began to swell and grow and ripen. We even grew some of the more exotic stuff, such as watermelons, peaches, apricots, chilean guava which were fun to try. We learnt how to use the fruit for making jams so that it lasted longer, and even turned the wild garlic from ou woods into a delicious wild garlic salt seasoning. We have harvested nearly everything from the grounds now. there are some apples on the trees, and kale, garlic and leeks still in the veg beds, oh and of course the sprouts ready for our Christmas meal. We will have a little rest for a month or two now and then get ready to start it all again next year.
Written by Bob Simpson In January 2024 Roger Thresher, who was then head gardener at Bradley Gardens near Wylam, got in touch to say that they were having a clear out and there was something heading for the skip that might be of interest. It was the skeleton of a handcart with not much flesh on the bones. The wood was mostly gone but all the metal work was still intact. Being someone who cannot abide the ease with which we are prepared to use landfill and who also enjoys bringing back to life things that are broken and seemingly dead, I asked him to bring it round. I had no idea what I was going to do with a handcart but it seemed like an interesting project. Over the coming months I set about replacing all the woodwork, cleaning off all the iron fittings and figuring out where all the bits went. When it was made it was clearly a substantial little vehicle that had been crafted for a lifetime of work. An intriguing feature to the cart was a cast iron plate which bore the name of the company that originally used the cart: Austin Berridge Limited, Herbert Avenue, Leicester. How a cart from a small business in Leicester ever found its way to a walled garden near Wylam I doubt if we will ever know. Restoring the cart was an absolute pleasure. Handling the various hinges, handles and brackets that would have been touched by workers every day of their lives was a powerful thing to meditate on. Who were these people? What did they talk about as they hauled their handcart round the streets of Leicester? What did they think about their lot in life? I was reminded of the decorators in Robert Tressell’s book ‘The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists’. Written in 1914, the book tells of the daily grind of a group of decorators and sign-writers, highlighting their inability to recognise the exploitative and unjust conditions under which they worked. The biggest challenge in restoring the cart was to make the wheels. I very quickly developed a deep respect for the wheelwright’s art. Fortunately, the hubs were reusable [just about!] and I had the original rims. It was therefore easy to work out the dimensions of the wheel and to make the spokes and outer part of the wheel or what I later learned is called a felly. Traditionally, fellies are made of ash, a tough, durable and flexible wood used widely in the making of domestic and agricultural implements. I bought some ash planks from Hexhamshire Hardwoods. Located near Whitley Chapel on the edge of Hexhamshire common, a visit to this wood yard is a step into a world that is slower and kinder. The proprietor, Richard Ferguson, and his son Graeme are always welcoming and happy to chat about wood and the projects for which it is used. Richard was interested to learn that the ash was for fellies as it had been many years since anyone had bought wood to make a wheel. Once the cart was restored there was the question of what to do with it? It struck me that members of the Berridge family might be interested in acquiring it. To my surprise an internet search of the name ‘Austin Berridge’ came up with a link to firm in Leicester dealing in curtains and blinds. I phoned and found myself speaking to the current owner of the business. She was able to fill in quite a lot of detail. The firm was started in the early part of the last century by the Berridge family. The firm specialised in curtains and fittings such as poles and pelmets. The firm was very successful and provided its service to the big houses and some of the more wealthy folk of Leicester. Her husband had joined the firm in the 1960s as an apprentice and in 1984 had bought the firm. The last member of the Berridge family, at that time an elderly lady, had given up her shares in the business and all links between the business and the Berridge family came to an end. The current owner of the business was not interested in the cart and suggested that I use it as a garden ornament. She said that her husband, if he were still alive, would have been interested in the cart and the history of the Berridge business but it was clear that it was not something that she herself had any desire to follow-up. She did, however, point out that Herbert Avenue was a street at the back of the current business where the firm used to have its workshops. I also contacted the Leicester Museum Service with the idea that they might be interested in obtaining a piece of local commercial history but they weren’t. The first outing of the cart was a trip down South Terrace with our four grandchildren as passengers. It was great fun with the children waving at interested onlookers as we trundled by. Bob seen here second from the right with his finished renovation project. When we passed Diggy and Nigel’s house, they kindly offered to let us store it in their back yard. They also came up with the suggestion that Lionmouth might be a good home for the cart. Lionmouth Rural Centre is a non profit community organisation that promotes the wellbeing of vulnerable adults through the provision of meaningful, practical and creative activities and notably gardening and horticulture. The response back from Sharon at Lionmouth was very positive. She had already had the idea for a trailer from which they could sell plants and produce in the summer. It was great to know that the cart’s days as a working object were not over and it would be happily re incarnated and put to excellent use at Lionmouth. Nigel and I delivered the cart on 1st November 2024. The cart will be on show from next Spring next to the new Rainforest Cafe, hopefully brim-full with salads, vegetables and cut flowers for sale to the public.
Well, no one saw that one coming did they, certainly not either Sharon or myself who were both on a weeks holiday which should have taken place from the 21st of March this year; respectively our first breaks since the Christmas holiday. Naturally we both had to abandon our plans on the Monday and head back to LionMouth to assess the situation and put social isolation measures in place. Most of the day Care Service Users, who are our main priority and concern did not turn in from that Tuesday, and quite understandably so. Those in care homes needed to keep themselves and the other residents safe, and those living with their parents generally had vulnerable family members to protect. All staff apart from Sharon and myself were advised to stay at home and we shut the site to the public. This way we could keep the site clean and a free as possible from infection being invited onto the site. It just happened to be the busiest time of the year in the garden didn't it, so we were both madly sowing seeds, taking cuttings, pricking out and potting on. The lawns and meadows needed mowing on a weekly basis and the 'bits in between' strimming. The vegetable terraces had to be leveled, raked and planted up; all the routine work that would normally have been done by twenty to thirty people on a daily basis. On top of that we had fallen trees that needed to be chain-sawed up, fences erected to keep opportunist quad bikers, dog walkers and bored gangs of youths from tearing up the woodlands. We even had to put the shutters in the fish pass to get the water to flow over the weir as families were picnicking on the dam wall. We just desperately wanted to keep the site isolated, free of people and away from any potential viral vectors. Luckily the weather was in our favour. The sun seemed to shine for months and we undertook most of the work outside. The bench overlooking the terraces became the potting bench and Flynn took the opportunity to sit and watch the gates, waiting for everyone to come back. He also got through two paddling pools, biting out the bottom of his first one, and spent many hours chasing sticks in the river to keep cool. Unfortunately the good weather also meant that watering was a mammoth daily task. Some of the staff did volunteer to carry this out over the weekends though which did mean that we got Saturday and Sunday off..phew! With no income coming in from tea rooms, plant nursery or day care service users (at that time) we explored all our options. We quickly discovered that we fell between the stools when it came to any of the government grants (no surprise there), so were fast on the keyboard to get some funding applications in. Fortunately we were quite successful with several applications and were soon able to set too in buying arts and craft supplies and everything that we needed to be able to send out practical activity packs to all of our service users, and remain in weekly phone contact. Just to up our work load we decided to start up a plant delivery service. Well, it was no good just creating all these lovely plants for them just to sit on the nursery benches. This would bring some of the staff back into action. None of them had been idle either during this time. They had all been improving their work related learning, gaining meaningful qualifications on line; first aid, infection control, PPE, drug and alcohol abuse (how to spot and assist, not carry out!), pest control and food hygiene to name but a few. Sharon and myself took all the orders and made them up then carried them down to the bottom car park where two staff members would pick them up and go out on their delivery rounds. This worked a treat and suddenly we saw our beloved plants marching out the gates to their new homes. Herbs in particular were very popular this spring. Then we had demands for 'gate pick ups', which again proved popular. Not being particularly brilliant with technology, websites and social media, plus the added hassle that our phone line reach was limited and any mobile signal abysmal we think we managed rather well. Yes, we missed a few calls; maybe we were working down on the veg terraces, in the woods or on the meadow, and there were times when we had to constantly ring people back up as the handset had wandered just too far out of reach, but the orders have been consistent and encouragingly numerous. Now we have reached the calmer times in the garden. The veg are steadily growing, requiring just a tickling weed and hoe about. Yes, the grass still continues to grow, and cutting-taking is a year round job but there is an easement in haste. Rewards are forthcoming in the way of produce. Broad beans, peas, broccoli, sweet tangy tomatoes, the first of an inundation of courgettes and squash, berries and even honey. There may be light on the horizon as to when the service users may be able to come back. There are discussions with the powers that be as to how this may happen, who it might involve and for how many days. We have put our measures in place. We have moved their tables apart, bought the hand sanitizers and floor markers. The guys have all done their part though. They have all stayed in, stayed safe and stayed clean. Hopefully LionMouth will soon once again be filled with the sounds, sights and smells of fun-filled activity. Until then Sharon and myself shall relish and make the most of the peaceful sounds of nature that has prospered in their absence. It has been weird, it has been tough, it has been challenging but it has also been restorative and rejuvenating in many ways, and I have re bonded with the wild spirit of LionMouth.
Well, we only went and won, and today we received the official trophy and certificate from the Rural Business Awards for the best social enterprise, charity or community interest company in the whole of the North of the UK. What a beautiful acknowledgement of all the hard work that the staff, volunteers and centre users undertake on a daily basis here at the LionMouth Rural Centre. Proud of each and every person who takes the time and puts in the effort to help this place grow and glow!
Deep in the heart of the LionMouth site sits a large puddle of murky water. We call it the Monks Pond, as it was once used by the trainee priests (not Monks at all) from Ushaw College just up the hill as a swimming facility. Pictures show it with diving boards and changing rooms and it was apparently fully tiled out at one stage. Over the years the bricks from the tumbled down changing rooms have been taken and used for other buildings, nature has reclaimed the square edges and decades of fallen leaves have silted the pool floor. Today it sits as a stagnant pond surrounded by tall willows and blackthorn. In more recent times, moorhens have nested on it and frogs have been spawned there, but this year the activity has slowed right down. We have decided that it is time to start taking remedial action. The first step was to involve the Environment Agency who gleefully came and took and array of samples. With Oxygen levels nearly zero and pond weed, water hog lice and leeches being the main inhabitants we were worried about inflow from the fields and land drains up above, and had sought out expert advice on how to reduce this from The Wear Rivers Trust. However, it seems that the stagnation has just been a result of time, mud and leaves, and nothing chemical or algal.
Hopefully, all our frogs, toads, moorhens and much more wildlife will quickly make their way back to our Monks Pond.
We have been lucky enough to secure funding to help get our service users and volunteers (and staff) more active, mobile and into different sports. They have always appreciated a little walk out after out big Foody Friday, but this will give them the opportunity to take part in yoga, tennis, football, rounders, orienteering, green gym exercises, and much more.
Well, the growing year may have got off to a slow start but boy did it make up for it in bounty. We grew over 24 varieties of tomatoes this year, supplying the tea rooms and Foody Friday all summer long, from the small Golden Sunrise treats that popped like sweeties on the tongue to the heavy ox heart shaped Ukrainian black that melted under the grill. We have gorged and grazed on kale, broccoli, cabbages, beetroot, turnips, onions, squashes, beans, beans, beans and pumpkins (big pumpkins). We even had an enormous crop of big and juicy sweetcorn this year. The sprouts, spinach and purple cabbage still sit in the ground waiting for their turn at the dinner table. Apple juice Rec currant Cordial Plum Jam The fruit side of things was even better. Shrubs and trees dripped with fructose filled treasure right from late summer through up to now. We didn't waste a thing. Jams, jellies and cordials were made from black and red currants, bramble, raspberries, strawberries. Even the tart crab apples, sloes and quinces were magically transformed into spreadable delights. Grant funding provided us with a new toy this year; a fruit press, which we put to good use with the extensive range of apples we have on site. Many of these we acquired as a result the closure of Whitworth Hall Walled gardens a few years ago. The Northern fruit group were worried that the large collection of rare heritage apples would be lost, and managed to take graft cuttings, which we have since grown on here at Lionmouth, alongside our existing mature trees. Processing raw honey by hand The finished product The bees were early however, and by April had already presented us with a hive full of honey. We squash this out by hand, which admittedly doesn't get it all out, but it does mean that all the beneficial properties remain packed inside the jar.
And that takes us to Halloween, the official end of the growing season and just about everything harvested for the winter. All that needs doing now is to turn these beauties into something terrifying; The Snakeshead Fritillary (Fritillaria meleagris)
"The fritillary looks like something exceedingly choice and delicate and expensive, which ought to spring from a pan in a hothouse, rather than share the fresh grass with buttercups and cowslips.” So said Edwardian gardener and writer Vita Sackville-West, and how right she was! A little Moroccan lantern, dangling from an elegant green hook – who could fail to be both charmed and wowed by the exotic-looking Fritillaria meleagris? The sulky maiden, leper’s lily, frog’s cup, guinea-hen flower, or the snakeshead fritillary, as we know it today, this beauty is a small marvel of nature. At about Easter time, the young flower bud - wrapped tightly by its narrow leaves - pushes its way up, the nose of a small snake appearing in the meadow or the garden border (it is really at this stage that it looks most like its common name). As the stem lengthens, it arcs over elegantly to ensure that the all-important nectaries within the nodding bells are kept protected from the rain. After pollination, the stems straighten back up again and lengthen so that the seed pod is held high enough to scatter its seeds as far as it can. The extraordinary chequered pattern on its petals - like a slightly irregular chessboard - draws gasps, but it turns out we can rely on the late great code-breaker Alan Turing for an explanation! In 1952 Turing wrote an article explaining that this sort of pattern (actually not uncommon in nature) comes from the interaction of two chemicals: an activator and an inhibitor. The two work together and against each other, and the blobs of colour are repelled by their opposite. The snakeshead fritillary is a small beauty, flowering at a height of about 15-20 cms, but its modest size belies its enormous amount of DNA. This wee plant contains more than 15 times as much as humans do, and if unravelled, its genome would stretch over 30 metres. That’s some snake! *** Fritillaria meleagris is now available from our plant nursery, alongside many other little pots of Spring treasures. Priced at £2 each, or 3 for £5, what better way to kick start your Spring?! We are open Monday to Friday, 9-4pm, and have a tearoom on site selling delicious home-made quiches, scones, cakes etc. The beast from the east landed in the Deerness Valley (and pretty much everywhere else) this week. Since the snow must go on, we rose to the challenge! The Asda delivery was sledged down into Lionmouth and thankfully Flynn was on hand to resuscitate a fallen angel [that'll be you, Sharon], sadly not with brandy from a mini barrel around his neck, but with a good old lick! Lionmouth does look beautiful in the snow at the moment. While the weir has frozen over, the salmon pass has continued to flow - as inspected by that dogged dog - atta boy, Flynn! Normal service resumes Monday, we hope!
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