It all began with an oddly shaped triangle of newly laid, lumpy bumpy turf, surrounded by stock fencing.
We moved into Little Court House in August 2000. This was the view when we looked out of our kitchen window on the first morning.
Not very promising.
I think I might have cried.
There were men on the other side of the fence working on next door’s patio. I was in my dressing gown. Goldfish in a bowl would have felt less exposed than I did.
I told my husband right there and then that we’d made a big mistake. I was never going to be happy in this house.
But in these situations it’s always a good idea to have a garden designer for a friend. Enter the wonderful and amazing Judy Painter.
She came up with a cunning plan.
A few months later the contractors arrived.
I tell myself that is has to get worse before it gets better.
And it does.
The wooden fence is still there. But if there are workmen next door we can’t see them.
And I thought I would never love this garden…..
And all because of a scruffy little piece of ground that I was never going to like….