Eastand West, Meeting Under One Sky
RenownedJapanese architect Kengo Kuma and his team are commissioned to design an oriental garden here.The garden will never overshadow the castle’s Scottish charm,but create a gentle dialogue betweencultures.The designers listen to the castle’s pulse, feeling the serenity and profundity of oriental aesthetics alongside Scottish stone.
Theyaim to build an immersive space that touches the soul.Designed with nature as brush and culture as ink, the garden carries oriental charm while respecting the original landscape. Here you may pause, reflect and regain inner peace.In one day, you feel the solemnity of medieval Scottish towers and the grace of oriental gardens.Two ancient civilizations admire each other under the same sky.
Centuries of Silence, a Soft Whisper
Its tree rings hold over a thousand years of wind and rain. These trees stand as witnesses of time, guarding every sunrise, every frost, every tide of passing lives across this land. At Fernie, they stand quietly, storing long ages within their rings, turning all worldly noise into soft rustles through leaves.Tree Guardianship Program
Form a quiet bond with a plane tree. Your name will be recorded alongside its own in the estate’s guardian ledger. Each autumn, you shall receive a blessing carried by it fallen leaves, and a short poem woven from its annual rings. This is not possession, but mutual remembrance.
Britain’s only native red squirrel.
Two families of red squirrels make their home in the castle grounds. Britain’s only native squirrel species, they boast warm russet fur glowing in morning light, with tufts of proud fur atop their ears. Beatrix Potter immortalised them in her tales: mischievous and dignified, their bushy tails like soft open umbrellas. When their fluffy tails brush moss, it is as if scribbling an unreadable secret letter. The ancient trees of Fernie Estate are one of their rare safe havens. Centuries-old plane trees hold stockpiled nuts inside hollows, with hidden nests tucked among branches. In spring, young squirrels dart and chase through the canopy; in autumn, they perch calmly on boughs, clutching acorns. They crave no disturbance, no named recognition. All they need is this woodland to endure, and the wind to keep sweeping past the stone walls.
