Rushton’s Nurseries

Rushton’s was a bit of a disappointment, it has to be said. I’d heard some good things about it and popped along for a little look. It is quaint with out houses and barns surrounding the car park and there’s a rather nice little café which was very busy; clearly people visit more for the tea and cakes than the pansies, as with regard to it’s «nursery and garden centre» appellation is unrealised. There is a large piece of land with around ten parallel sunken beds filled with pretty average bedding plants, the colour is muted and the area is somewhat barren resembling an infertile allotment rather than a garden centre. A huge greenhouse contains pretty much nothing: a depressingly sparse range of greetings cards beside a shelf of urns; some organic eggs; a few planters and peculiarly a bookcase of second hand fiction: a strange concoction of goods which does not quite match any requirements. While I was not there to buy, I still felt that the range was very limited and the offerings were poor. The site is pretty inaccessible for those without a vehicle and to go out of your way to come here is pretty pointless