About

In 2012 we bought a derelict farmyard with a canal tunnel and railway line. The place was a wreck: covered in concrete with piles of rubbish that had become enveloped by brambles. It was my sleeping beauty: an exquisite spot that had been abandoned to nature and needed nursing back into a garden without losing the essence of wildness or the creatures that had made it their home. This blog is a record of this adventure and a testament to how to garden on the edge of what is conventionally considered “gardening”.IMG_2429

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Matrix Bed, April 2017

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The Walnut Meadow, April 2017

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Blossom avenue, April 2017