Four years ago we bought a Victorian house with a lovely garden.
The problem was, it was built in 1973. The garage was falling down, the concrete paving was wobbly and there was a rockery. We aren’t really rockery folk if you know what I mean? Here is the view from the back of the house back then. Rambling outbuildings, et al.
We set about systematically destroying this perfectly acceptable patch of land.
The old garage wall (painting a work in progress!) has been turned into a courtyard garden. On the patio, a raised bed will be filled with bamboo. The teen has his long-awaited basketball hoop, and the piece de resistance (a wood-fired pizza oven) has its plinth ready for husband to build it.
I absolutely love this garden. Although there is still a great deal to do, we have worked SO hard and have finally made our mark on this little patch of England. All we need now is furniture, plants, and a summer fit for parties.