“Flecks of sunlight dapple the path, beckoning us on to discover what lies at its end ... This is Petersham Nurseries, and this is its story.”
Lying nine miles or so southwest of London, between Richmond and Ham, Petersham is a place apart. There’s no high street as such and, though there are a good number of historic houses and a charming, if somewhat hidden, 18th-century village lock-up, none are open to the public. By car, it would be easy to miss the village, but approach from the river, and the picture is more seductive.
Our day to day
A place of beauty, an emporium of goods, a celebration of the seasons.