The Year Of The Mountain Goat

The Drive Wm


This is a picture you haven’t seen before.

It’s a long shot up the drive from the week we moved in. Entering the property felt like going on a magical mystery tour. Or descending into the gloomiest of black holes, depending on your point of view. Either way, both the surveyor and the thatcher insisted that the trees be removed. The house roof was deteriorating under the overhang of those branches. And you can see just how close the trees were. In the current run of gales I’ve been extremely thankful that they are no longer there.


The Drive 003 Wm


Sans arbres. Well most of them.


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And the same view today.

Stark in winter, with few leaves on the trees, but lighter and more open without a doubt.



 I’ve been gradually introducing more colour, as a photo from this autumn shows. Even on a dreary wet day.

The Cornus, Magnolia, Camellia, Enkianthus et al will, I hope, grow to a more manageable height. A surviving oak to the left of the picture I’ve been trying to keep trimmed back. It may yet come out.


Hail 02 Wm


It’s been a funny old year.

A cold, late Spring followed by a glorious warm summer.


Allium 003 Wm[1]


The perennials in the terraced borders responded beautifully at first..


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 Then just grew and grew, threatening to overwhelm.

It’s a Spring garden primarily and needs more work to extend the interest across the year.


Hydrangea moved 1 Wm


 We wrestled with the relocation of some whopping great shrubs.

The Hydrangea was too heavy for even the two of us to lift. It arrived at its new home having been unceremoniously rolled down the slope. Too big for the ‘formal’ part of the garden but finding an ideal position on the newly exposed bank. More of the large plants from the terraces will follow next Spring, opening up space for new plantings.


Wilderness Wm


It wasn’t just the perennials that loved this summer’s warmth. The weeds didn’t do too badly either. Goodness knows how many years’ worth of dormant seeds erupted into life in the area once covered by trees.


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Taking several months to clear.


The bank 6 Wm


The lower part of the bank, late summer.

A work in progress. Most suited to a person with a penchant for climbing hills. If you would excuse me, I must go and file my hooves.


Linking up with Helen at The Patient Gardener’s Weblog, where you will discover what other gardeners have been up to this December.