Hidden Gardens of Plymouth Part 2

It’s about time I break my peace and get up from the bench and venture up this staircase. What will I find? How big are the gardens? Is it going to be as good as what I’ve already seen? These are some of the questions going through my head as I walk. At the top, there is large tree central to the cube in which I am standing, to my right an enclosed seating area and to the left a staircase down leading to the remainder of the garden. This large tree brings life and colour to the area with the floor covered with a gentle layer of yellow leaves, giving a calming autumnal feel (See photo in first Hidden Gardens post). Down the second stairs, I find the source of the running water, I previously heard. It was delightful to find a small fountain sprinkling water into a shallow pool.


As I was exploring I met the first person in about half an hour sitting on a bench near the fountain, for the purpose of anonymity we shall call her Claire. Claire was on her lunch break from work and we sat and talked for the remainder of her break. It’s surprising the number of topics two strangers can cover in ten minutes (in my experience Janners (plymouthians) can be very talkative). We were talking about pets, professions and even the paranormal! However, the topic, as always, turned to food (naturally) and the Tudor Rose Tea Rooms, the one with the nice breakfast (see the first post), where Claire asked, “What do you normally have?”

“The big breakfast of course” I replied.

“Ayyy can’t go wrong with a big breakfast, where do you stand on the whole black pudding debate?”

Now I do have to make a confession, I am firmly against black pudding, sorry.

“Ooh sausage dog!” exclaimed Claire excitedly.

The arrival of a miniature dachshund (eventually followed by his owner) brought us both back to the reality and that Claire has to go back to work so we both set off together leaving this idyllic hidden gem behind, without a shadow of a doubt I would be returning again soon.


Walking down New Street I headed down to see the notorious Mayflower Steps where the Pilgrim Fathers left Plymouth in 1620 for North America. What you see here is the remains of the steps called a portico (porch/entranceway) made with columns of Portland stone and a small platform overlooking the water. Now, the other places on the Barbican Heritage Trail were inaccessible at the time due to the walkway being out of action and I didn’t have time to walk the long way around.

I decided to end my trail at the world famous Cap’n Jaspers. This is the lunch I have been looking forward to all afternoon. I settled on the ‘Jasperizer’ which I completely and utterly underestimated. Three buns, two burgers, bacon, cheese and a generous helping of onions. I could already feel my arteries clogging. But for £4.95, I certainly got my money’s worth. It was a delicious lunch, now sat here I don’t want to move. I have been defeated and now must take a gentle walk home, stuffed by that monster of a burger.

I will finish this post with a picture of my lunch, let the jealousy commence.



Hidden Gardens of Plymouth Barbican


So, today (Tuesday 10th October) I put on my little tourist hat and had a walk down towards Plymouth Barbican, where I was going to follow the Barbican Heritage Trail (albeit not in any order). I guess you could say I was just sightseeing. I started the walk all the way back in Armada Way, in the hustle and bustle of city life where everyone has a place to be, even the fruit stand seemed in a rush to close up as the owner shouted, “Pound to clear the fruit!”, I nearly ended up with a punnet of strawberries without even starting the walk. But I resisted, having a feeling I knew what was for lunch today.

The route I was following today would start on Southside Street, where sat my first stop, Plymouth Gin Distillery. Now, this is not because of my love of Gin (which I can neither confirm nor deny) but it was simply the first one on my list. Now to prevent this being a long history essay, I will put in little ‘Fun Facts’ about each place on the walk.

Fun Fact: Plymouth Gin Distillery is the oldest working distillery of its kind in England and has been in operation since 1793, working to the same recipe all this time too.

Due to being short on time, I was only able to have a look in their gin shop, which, in my opinion, was delightful, but let’s move on. (Tours cost £7 and last nearly an hour)

Carrying on down this small street, flowered with small independent shops and art galleries, it almost feels like it isn’t a part of Plymouth at all, this small area east of Plymouth Hoe has been forgotten in time and left with its cobbled streets and low doorways. It’s refreshing and interesting to see this little street, bursting with life and still have all these unique yet thriving shops. To which the fudge shop was particularly appealing! Once again, I had to resist the temptation (which this time was ten times harder to achieve) and walked on.

I turned right onto White Lane which left me on New Street, and considerably out of breath after climbing a huge (really not that huge) hill. I was familiar with this part because I had eaten many times at the Tudor Rose Tea Rooms who made a fantastic breakfast and lovely cup of coffee, but I digress. To the right of the tea rooms lay the Elizabethan Gardens, the highlight of the trail today. The ten-foot corridor into the gardens was a tunnel through time. I felt as though I was an explorer travelling to an untouched part of Plymouth, much left behind, but no less cared for. It was beautiful. As I entered the garden this was the perfect opportunity to gather my thoughts about the first half of the day, so I sat on a small concrete bench and started to write. This has to be the most peaceful, calming area of Plymouth I had ever seen. There was no noise of the outside world, just the tweeting of the birds and the trickling of water, which I presume is past the staircase I am yet to climb.


This garden is so peaceful and all I can think to say about it is that it provides absolute tranquillity, perfect for writers or artists seeking a quiet place to sit. I will end this post with another fun fact.

Fun Fact: The Elizabethan Gardens of New Street were first mentioned in 1584, where well-off merchants would have their houses on this street and maintained well-kept gardens.

The next post will see what is atop these stairs and who I could meet on the rest of the Barbican Heritage Trail.


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Hi, my name is Connor and I am a Tourism student at Plymouth University. This blog will be where I post pieces in relation to my dissertation and experiment using different styles of writing. There will be a recurrent theme of Devon and Cornwall and my views of the destinations I visit. Feedback, comments and suggestions are welcome and will help me to develop as the blog continues. Is there a post you like more than another? I would appreciate any comments to help analyse what type of posts are more popular. Also all photos posted on this blog are taken by myself, and for anyone interested the title photo is of Paignton Beach, taken from the Harbour wall.

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