Countries, Europe

Tulips on 80 years since Arnhem

For Brits it’s poppies, but for today it’s the Netherlands’ turn to display their flower, the tulips on 80 years since Arnhem.

The peace poppy is immortalised because of a Canadian officer reflecting on how only it survived the Flemish mud as soldiers fell.

But the story of the tulip, just one of many, is less travelled.

And now with apologies to Robert Burns and his ‘red, red rose’ and William Wordsworth and his ‘golden daffodils’ but it is the tulip which is the king of all flowers.

It is, of course, ubiquitous in the Netherlands and even out of his spring season you’ll see these hooded wonders wherever you go.

Whether you’re arriving in by plane into Schiphol Airport and your eyes are diverted towards House of Tulips.

In the fields obviously and markets, and also in the fascinating Tulip Museum in Amsterdam.

Where, in truth, most of my knowledge about this peripatetic plant originates.

Crowning glory

Making monkeys of us: Breughel captures it all in art

The tulip, for those who haven’t heard me extol its virtues before hails from the foothills of the Himalayas. 

And came to the Netherlands from the Ottoman Empire where it was known as the tülbend, or turban.

Revered for its beauty it was passed around the royal courts of Europe and became a huge status symbol.

It helped, of course, that it was perfect for the damp, flatlands of the Netherlands.

Put the two together and remembering that the Dutch had become the mercantile masters of Europe.

And soon the most exclusive tulips were passing hands for the price of a canal townhouse in the Netherlands’ commercial powerhouse.

Until, of course, the market imploded and the Dutch economy was ruined in what was the first trade market bubble.

Manna in the Hongerwinter

Weight of history: The moneymen and the tulips

Not to blame the tulip though but rather the greedy money grabbers because when it came to the Dutch darkest hour the tulip became manna from heaven.

When the poor people of the by-now occupied German territory facing up to the Hongerwinter, or Hunger winter, of 1944-45.

When the Germans burnt the fields, turned again to the flower.

And boiled the bulb for sustenance.  

All of which resonates with the Dutch to this day and is why their liberation from the Germans that winter is being marked with tulips.

Flourishing: The maroon tulips
The first Airborne Tulip Memorials were presented at Montessori College Arnhem last October 31.
 
In advance of this year’s commemorations of Operation Market Garden.
 
And maroon tulips were planted at seven local World War II sites as part of the Airborne Tulip Memorials trail.
 
Maroon to mirror the hue of British paratroopers’ berets, and chosen by one Darren Key, whose grandpa fought at Arnhem.

The next generation

Guns fall silent: Arnhem reenactment
 
Arnhem’s commemorations for the nine-day battle have been sombre and dignified.
 
But the Dutch town is also aware of the legacy of the battle and is front and centre in educating visitors today to what happened here 80 years ago.
 
Imagine: The carnage
 
Visit Villa Hartenstein, the former headquarters of the Allied forces in Oosterbeek which has been transformed into the Airborne Museum.
 
And witness The Airborne Experience in the basement where you can see the planes and jeeps in the darkness of the battlefield.
 
And walk among the troops and hear the sound of gunfire.   

The soldiers’ story

Peaceful now: The John Frost bridge
Follow too in the footsteps of those heroes of old in the centre of Arnhem at Airborne at the Bridge.
 
Take in for yourself the spectacular view of the world-famous John Frost bridge.
 
And discover the personal stories of three individuals who fought and died at the bridge during the Battle of Arnhem.
 
Arnhem is an hour and half drive from Amsterdam.
 
And don’t forget to buy, plant, or maybe even eat them… the tulips on 80 years since Arnhem.
 
 
 
 
 
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Flower of England

The anticipation was at fever pitch ahead of The One Show announcement… no, not Eurovision but on Britain’s blooming with my Flower of England.

And in this one we have skin in the game with My Green-Fingered One and her North Berwick in Bloom team in the Britain in Bloom contest.

It is NB’s good fortune that they have someone on their team who brings the English country garden with her.

My love grows where my Sadie goes

Dig her: Sadie tills the ground

My English Rose has got her hands dirty wherever I’ve taken her, Aberdeen, Edinburgh, Liverpool, Co. Wicklow.

Where I treated her to a busman’s holiday at one of her favourite places, Powerscourt Hotel.

Tulips from Amsterdam

Flowers everywhere: At the Dylan in Amsterdam

And when we’re away too with tulips from Amsterdam from the Tulip Museum planted for the autumn and ready to spring next year.

We all have our own indulgences on our travels and you’ll know well I like to go where the locals ‘play and pray’.

Italia’s green and pleasant land

A-mazeballs: Near Padova

While My Green-Fingered One loves to dig out a gardens which meant the Villa Borghese in Rome and Villa d’Este, Tivoli.

Now I’ve oft been somewhere and thought my wee petal might enjoy the charms of a maze.

Such as the one Napoleon used to play in the Villa Pisani near Padova

Flower of Ireland: My mum in our old garden in Greystones, Co. Wicklow

The Parco Fauna Orobica in Bergamo, the lungs for the northern Italian city at the time of Covid.

And Padova is of course itself famed for its grounds, the world’s oldest academical botanical gardens, dating back to 1545.

Where the thing to do is to live it up with a sit down tux meal with full orchestra.

Bloomin’ Barbados

On the right tracks: In Barbados

Or more recently in the St Nicholas Abbey grounds in Barbados.

Where another of her passions can be indulged… there’s a steam train line there too.

And on the sea

Of course it’s not just on land that you’ll see great gardens… there’s the Eden project on Celebrity Edge too off Florida.

And Royal Caribbean’s Oasis of the Seas in Barcelona.

Although it’s sometimes best not to show her everything.

For fear that she’ll not let me away on my own again.

Now the judges only agreed with me, and North Berwick won Best Coastal award.

But I could have told them all about my Flower of England.

She’s Britain’s blooming marvel.