Where there was once only gravel.. When I first came to Larglea – the purpose of it’s grounds was dedicated to the needs of a much-loved horse. Since then, a great deal of blood, sweat and tears has gone in to the making of a garden that gives pleasure all year round.
There is evidence that the garden’s boundary of tall and unusually varied trees may have been planted at the behest of a local benefactor in the late 1800’s. These are certainly the providers of the richly fertile soil in the woodland-type inner edges of the plot. More to follow..
In a rash (very rash) moment approximately five years ago while looking out over some bare grass, and a redundant curving drive of deeply embedded gravel of at least 50 years provenance..I made a sudden decision to surprise the gardener (in his absence abroad) with a newly installed gravel garden. One that would contain only ‘golden’, fragrant, and evergreen plants. My idea was to create a garden that would remind him of summer in his beloved Himalayas, and provide an antidote to his depression in the winter months. There were several problems:- I’m a small woman and I would be on my own for six weeks.. extra family muscle being on it’s way to more foreign parts – Japan.. and, well, south of the Watford Gap. If the ‘project’ was to be a surprise..this would be a large task. What’s more – the drive proved un-diggable (I tried).
Well I’m nothing if not stubborn..and a designer. Hmmm. Puts finger to chin. Function – fabrication – form.. and off I went. To be continued.