Wild Wood

Given that the weather has been so good lately, we have been spending any spare time we can find (in between Roman holidays, zinnekes, birthdays, family get-togethers in the Belgian countryside, not forgetting work), trying to get a grip of the wilderness that is our back garden. Remember this, back in April?

A number of scrapes, blisters and sunburnt shoulders later, we have now:

Hacked down the wood (elders, sycamores and 10-foot brambles) and piled it neatly - to use as fuel for sauna? to build some kind of elaborate frame for sweet peas? a wigwam?

Built a man-sized pile of compost…

Extracted a large pile of old rubbish…

… and fifty eight old bottles. The sort of thing people more creative than I could use to make some quirky, stylish creation bringing colour and light into their homes. Until I work out what that would be, they’ll just sit here on the window ledge looking scenic.

So this is what it looks like now. Very much sunnier without the canopy of weed. Not quite ready for croquet, but getting there.