There is a small wall in my garden which, if discovered by an archaeologist with a lively imagination, might cause a certain amount of excitement. It is made of stones that look remarkably like bones. Not metaphorical bones of the sort one finds in a poet’s description of a windsweptContinue Reading
When most people think of a pergola, they picture a pleasant place to sit beneath on a warm afternoon, perhaps with a cup of tea and a climbing rose overhead. Mine certainly will become that eventually, but that wasn’t the original motivation. As with many things in my medieval restorationContinue Reading
This year I am awash in strawberries and raspberries from my garden. But sandwiched in between, along my back garden stone wall, are four bushes of currants. One is a red currant, one is black and the other two are Champagne currants. Champagne currants are my favourite of the three,Continue Reading
As we wax into winter my mind turns to pollarding. When I walk to the shops and take in the leaves on the ground my eyes inevitably rise up to the tree tops. And I wonder, will they be pollarded this year? Pollarding is… Pollarding is essentially pruning. Hard pruning.Continue Reading
As the days close in I now take an hour at lunchtime to spend in the garden with the ducks as mornings and evenings don’t give me the same freedom any more. We normally take the time to clear an area. Me pruning or pulling, the ducks eating the wormyContinue Reading
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