The History Bit
Our property was the gardener's lodge, situated at the gates marking the start of a long drive leading to the Manor House. The long, sweeping drive is bordered by the obligatory mature trees. However, due to the building of the bypass, which transected said sweeping drive, it is now a lane going nowhere. This is rather nice for us because we have unused woodland outside our gates instead of, what would have been back in the day (back along, I should say), a busy lane. Our pedestrian gate can be seen to the left, under a black arch.
A stream runs through the garden. It is actually a river, but on a modest scale, so we refer to it as a stream. This runs parallel to the front boundary and cuts right across the garden. It therefore creates separate garden areas each side of the foot bridge to the front door.
The Lodge is situated slap bang in the centre of the half acre grounds, thereby creating other natural divisions to the garden.
Our position in the far South West of Cornwall, with its unique micro climate, allows us to grow palms and succulents. Our winters are usually so mild, that we do not have to lift or protect plants for the winter, which this year has been tested; but more about that later.
Lastly, we completely annihilated a mature garden. The Lodge was very small. Originally it consisted of only two rooms. There had been an extension previously, that doubled its size, but we intended to double its size again. The plot was on a considerable slope, so to extend back, masses of earth had to be removed. While they were at it, we asked the builders to put in a retaining wall, and level the west side of the garden, removing yet more earth and destroying the garden in the process. It had become very overgrown and neglected, but there was a forest of camellias, and one of rhododendron, which was hard to see chopped back, but the Lodge had begun to remind me of Sleeping Beauty's castle! I did take several cuttings, however.