So….day one….post one of my very first blog! As with all the best tales I thought I’d start this one somewhere near the middle.
It’s April 2004 and having spent most of the previous 7 years in a mix of student accommodations and third floor flats I had been doing nothing but dream of owning my very first patch of soil!
This is where it all started for me, my own square of earth to do with what I will, to mould and dig and change to something that would resemble an outdoor space in which to entertain, to relax and to just simply enjoy. My soon to be husband and I had moved to a small end of terrace house with a garden about the size of a standard single garage, overgrown and unused.
Relishing in the fact we could finally stand outside on our own piece of the world which we had desired for so long, enthusiasm got the better of us. Tools were purchased and with the local garden centre and diy store identified, with only the very basic knowledge and even less of a plan, we set to it! Cutting, digging and clearing were swiftly replaced by building, laying and planting. After what felt like a month of every weather condition this wonderful country could throw at us, many late evenings and early starts covered in mud, bruises and aching muscles our baptism of fire was complete and our abandoned patch of land had been turned into a garden…….and I had loved every single second of it!
Cut to 13 years, 3 houses, 1 wedding, 2 kids, 2 cats and 1 dog later. It’s May 2017 and we’ve recently moved to Little Acre. A house on the edge of the South Downs on the Hampshire/Surrey/West Sussex border. It’s the plot I had dreamed of for as long as I could remember. As the name suggests it’s just under an acre with a mix of woodland, pasture land, veg/fruit beds and a formal area consisting of lawn and planted beds……at least that’s what it was….many many years ago.
Today it’s all a bit rough round the edges, beyond the mowing of grass the previous owners let things take their natural course. Shrubs are overgrown, weeds are rampant, to say the greenhouse has seen better days is an understatement of epic proportions, although fruit bushes remain they serve only to sustain the surrounding wildlife and many of the trees have given up attempting to burst out of their original tree guards and have now become one with the plastic structures. As with our first garden, enthusiasm is getting the better of us, but having a fair few more years under our belts, plus the realisation that horticulture and garden design is truly where my heart sits (being half way through a garden design diploma, with a change of career on the horizon) we are going to do this properly…..bit, by bit, by bit, by bit, by bit!!!