Our local affordable Conference Centre/Industrial Size Church, the King's Centre, is firmly in the industrial area/sports hall aesthetic. Its very hugeness militates against decoration. Fortunately, the building's owners don't let this discourage them, and inside there are fabric pieces and murals in the accessible church aesthetic of the 60s-80s, all smooth lines and welcoming curves; and outside there is planting.
The planting is small, domestic, dwarfed by the scale of the building. Rustic planters dot the entrance. Snall troughs contain hardy plants And, here, my personal favourite, the wall garden.
It stands lonely and proud in the centre of a vast, pale metal wall, lovely in its basic ambition and steely determination. There's nothing here that couldn't be bought from one of the garden centres on the ring road - a few hardy herbs and houseleeks, foliage reddened by the stress of their esposed position - and yet the effect is clear an immediate; persistence in hardship, hope in bleakness, determination in the face of the cold north wind. For even in the coldest, brightest, most exposed of spaces, we may yet flower.
The planting is small, domestic, dwarfed by the scale of the building. Rustic planters dot the entrance. Snall troughs contain hardy plants And, here, my personal favourite, the wall garden.
It stands lonely and proud in the centre of a vast, pale metal wall, lovely in its basic ambition and steely determination. There's nothing here that couldn't be bought from one of the garden centres on the ring road - a few hardy herbs and houseleeks, foliage reddened by the stress of their esposed position - and yet the effect is clear an immediate; persistence in hardship, hope in bleakness, determination in the face of the cold north wind. For even in the coldest, brightest, most exposed of spaces, we may yet flower.
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