The word ‘games’ tends to conjure to mind one of two things: hours spent happily – or indeed miserably, disposition-dependent – on the school playing field or, in its more modern parlance, with a console for company, ducking baddies while also dodging the great outdoors. But there is another, altogether more genteel category: the garden game.

We’re not talking about breaking a sweat or even getting competitive. We mean gently wafting around a lawn, cooling lemonade or Pimm’s in hand, while occasionally throwing a ball or a hoop or similar.



We’re not talking about breaking a sweat or even getting competitive – not remotely, in fact. We mean gently wafting around a lawn, cooling lemonade or Pimm’s in hand, while occasionally throwing a ball, a hoop or similar. This is the kind of sport that categorically does not require Lycra (it actively discourages it, in fact); rather, tea dresses or light linen suits will do the job beautifully. These are the garden games for children and adults alike that that we will be playing all summer whilst channelling every Enid Blyton novel we’ve ever read.