This blog details the many changing faces of our garden as it develops over time.
At the bottom of the garden we found a delapidated old greenhouse, one of many signs that a previous owner had taken great pride in their garden, their labour of love. Brambles had taken hold, clearly some time ago. They had worked their way through the concrete bases, wreaked havoc through the formerly formally organised rows of produce once grown there with care. Forced their way through the woodwork and shattered the glass panes in their drive to overpower and return this ordered, manmade cage to natural freedom.
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