The Duchess of Cornwall’s gardens at Raymill, by Monty Don

Secreted in an idyllic spot by a charming mill leat, the 12-acre garden surrounding The Duchess of Cornwall’s treasured home is a precious refuge. Writer and broadcaster Monty Don takes a look, with photographs by Jason Ingram.

This article appears in the 13th July 2022 special issue of Country Life, guest-edited by HRH The Duchess of Cornwall. See what else is inside and find out how to get your copy. 

Royal Life is unimaginably attended. Life is plotted out in an unending procession of events, duties, attendances and performances, with every aspect prescribed by a retinue of the faithful, conscientious, anxious and frankly terrified. It must be completely exhausting for all concerned.

This is what makes Raymill — The Duchess of Cornwall’s private home and garden in Wiltshire for the past 25 years — doubly precious. ‘It is my refuge,’ she tells me. ‘The one place where I can be completely relaxed on my own terms.’ This forms the starting point for the whole garden.

It is big — there are 12 acres of tended grounds — but has an intimacy and idiosyncracy that can only come from a personal connection. Every area of the garden is part and parcel of a home, where lives are lived and shared, rather than a horticultural showpiece existing primarily for the admiring gaze.

The Duchess and Paul Jellyman, her head gardener for the past 13 years, take me on a tour, starting on the lawn behind the house. It is backed by an avenue of small-leaved limes, Tilia cordata, flanking what used to be the back drive. ‘I planted them too close together, of course,’ she admits. ‘Paul had to remove half of them — but when I was away, as I can’t bear to see trees come down.’ ‘It looks good now, Ma’am,’ Mr Jellyman adds. He is right. It looks great, the June leaves glossy and the spacing still not too far apart.

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Among the geraniums and self-seeded foxgloves, there is even room for a pair of gnomes high in the stumpery. Raymill, Wiltshire. ©Jason Ingram

At the far end of the lawn, below a steep bank, is a large pond. Ducks navigate through the massed purple leaves of water lilies that, on the day of my visit in late May, are threatening to flower any day. ‘This was made by my predecessor as a trout hatchery,’ The Duchess explains. ‘It’s bonkers, really, but jolly nice to have such a big piece of water.’

On the far side, rhododendrons, azaleas and hydrangeas create a floral screen from spring through to autumn. The rhododendrons and azaleas come from the gardens at nearby Bowood House. Looking around, I can see beech, lime, lilacs and philadelphus in full flower — all indicators of an alkaline soil. However, Mr Jellyman points out that not only the plants, but the soil — lots of it — also came from Bowood, creating a suitably ericaceous ground for the plants to thrive in. A superb green acer, all layers of intricate green foliage, holds centre stage and willows rise from the water, some pollarded with fresh yellowy green shoots, another enormous, weeping down to the water’s surface.

A mulberry, growing on the lawn by the terrace, sprawls and leans in the louche way that mulberries inevitably will and alchemilla, forget-me-nots and erigeron emerge self-seeded from the gaps between the stones. In the border against the house, lupins, foxgloves, alliums and delphiniums are backed by Rosa‘Climbing Iceberg’ in full pomp, its pure-white flowers set against the foliage of a Banksia rose, only a hint of its small yellow flowers remaining. R. ‘Félicité-Perpétue’, with its small, pink-flushed white flowers and evergreen leaves, climbs around another corner of the house above an, as yet, small and brand new Duchess of Cornwall clematis.

Raymill, Wiltshire. ©Jason Ingram

Raymill’s owner The Duchess of Cornwall, with writer and gardener Monty Don. Raymill, Wiltshire. ©Jason Ingram

There are roses everywhere, climbers, ramblers and shrubs, clambering up every available tree and wall and spilling exuberantly out from every border. Their uninhibited floral freedom sets the tone for the garden and reflects the influence of the American garden designer Lanning Roper, who had worked for both The Duchess’s parents and her grandmother, Sonia Cubitt. Roper was also recommended by The Duchess to help with the newly acquired Highgrove in the early 1980s, although his involvement in the latter was cut short by his early death in 1983.

To one side of the terrace, facing the lawn, is a vine house. Although it still holds a vine, the space is now dominated by white ‘Duke of York’ peaches planted two years ago that are already laden with small fruits — much to The Duchess’s pride and delight.

Wander through a glass door beyond the peachy vine house and you are in a courtyard containing a kidney-shaped swimming pool. As is the pond, this is a remnant from the previous owner, although the wisteria, ivy and more roses festooning the walls are very much The Duchess’s handiwork. This is a wholly private space, hidden from the rest of the garden, let alone the world beyond. Peonies line the bottom of the south-facing wall and the apricot blooms of the Duchess of Cornwall rose sit at the base of another. (‘Have you got me in your garden?’ The Duchess asks. I confess I have not, neither as rose nor clematis, but resolve to rectify the omission with celerity.)

A shady border, with ferns, forget-me-nots, aquilegia and foxgloves below a spreading Cornus kousa. Raymill, Wiltshire. ©Jason Ingram

The garden opens out beyond with a large kitchen garden at its heart. This is fully enclosed in chicken wire — the ceiling and walls protecting the harvest within from the predation of pigeons and, above all, squirrels. This is the domain of gardener Claire Quinney, who took an overgrown, slightly anarchic vegetable patch and marshalled it into the weed-free, productive exemplar that it is today. At its centre is a stone basin circled by comfrey and mint and a rose dome completely covered with ‘Rambling Rector’ and ‘Kiftsgate’ roses — the pruning of which, Mr Jellyman tells me, involves opening a hatch in the wire and balancing precariously on boards. ‘Slightly tricky — but we get it done,’ he says with a smile. Peas are ready for the first picking, the asparagus is in full flow, strawberries — given the double protection of dedicated mesh frames against any blackbirds that sneak in — ripen on clean straw and an entire catalogue of vegetables prosper in exemplary rows, together with cut flowers. It is a showpiece, but nothing is grown for show. If it can be eaten, it is — with relish.

The garden also contains several wide open spaces, each managed slightly differently. There is a meadow flanked by the mill leat from the River Avon, originating two years ago from green hay brought over from the wildflower meadow at Highgrove and spread out for the flower seeds to germinate, which is, indeed, happening. Beyond this meadow are The Duchess’s seven beehives, the honey from which, together with the honey from Highgrove, is sold by Fortnum & Mason to raise money for charity and has done so to the tune of more than £65,000 so far.

Handsome Irish yews flank the gates of the garden, which shows the influence of the American-born designer Lanning Roper (1912–83), known for a relaxed English style. Raymill, Wiltshire. ©Jason Ingram

The largest area of open ground is the middle paddock. A family of elephants stands at its far end, partially hidden by copper beeches, both surreal and comfortably at home. These are a few of the 100 life-size and remarkably life-like sculptures, each one based on a real counterpart, made in Tamil Nadu from Lantana camara; the work has the happy effect of helping contain the invasive weed.

The elephants were due to be displayed in London for the charity CoExistence, set up by The Duchess’s late brother Mark Shand, but Covid meant they had to be housed elsewhere by volunteers who had the room.

The family of elephants made in Tamil Nadu. Raymill, Wiltshire. ©Jason Ingram

As well as elephants, the middle paddock has fine trees. There are two good-sized oaks raised from acorns and a horse chestnut from a conker. An enormous weeping beech dominates one boundary, a long, immaculate beech hedge another. Indeeed, beeches of all kinds grow well here. A few of The Duchess’s favourite golden sycamores (Acer pseudoplatanus var. worleei), a tulip tree and a couple of walnuts make up the remainder, all planted in the past couple of decades. It is parkland with the sweep and scope of 18th-century landscaping and yet, despite the scale, is surprisingly intimate.

Wicker sheep and a cockerel graze in the undergrowth of the viburnum glade and, out of a large laurel, a painted tiger eyes them hungrily. ‘I have had him in every garden I have owned. He’s getting a little tatty, but recently had his eyes repainted,’ The Duchess explains, rather as one might refer to a much-loved pot that has had a chip repaired.

Emerging from the laurels is the painted tiger that has lived in every garden The Duchess has owned. Raymill, Wiltshire. ©Jason Ingram

The orchard flanks one side of the drive. Beautifully pruned, mature, half-standard apples sit in a wide grid formation amid a tightly mown lawn. Their trunks are stark against the shining green of the grass and the splayed branches, blossom over, are heavy with foliage. It is very simple. That is the sum of it. But the repeated rhythm of the trunks, all alike, with some slightly at a cant, some splaying uneven, their neighbours rigidly true, is mesmerising.

I have known gardens created by the greatest designers and with astonishingly rare plants, all beautifully tended, that have been cold and unappealing. The best gardens are where Nature, humanity and personality come together, blended with a deep love of place and home — and Raymill has that in spades.

The Duchess of Cornwall, as photographed by The Duchess of Cambridge for Country Life

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