Our new home came with a hot tub ready installed.
Sorry, it’s beginning to be an old joke for our first time visitors. ‘Ooh!’ They say before rounding the corner of the potting shed, ‘Lucky you!’ Then they are greeted by this…
I take delight in their dismayed faces. Mr Trug rolls his eyes,he’s heard it all before.
Despite the previous owners recommending we keep the tub for at least this season they had no need to convince me. Its the perfect way to store water and so handy for dipping the can straight in for speedy watering of the greenhouse directly next to it. Luckily it is tucked round the back of the potting shed (the old loo) so when it starts to look a bit soupy it isn’t anywhere we like to sit. It has had a scrub since moving in (thanks Mr Trug) as it looked a little like a place for body disposal when we moved in but as long as it gets fresh rainfall top ups it stays relatively clear.
Bang! And the dirt is gone. Almost.
I’ve bought a fine mesh net to try to fashion in to some sort of cover to reduce the midges which like to hatch out in there but haven’t quite worked out how to fix it in place. Sewing isn’t my forte. Any ideas are very welcome.
It must have come out of the house at one time or other. I’m told the house was upgraded in the past with a bathroom converted out of a bedroom. Its a big bathroom. Although the loo remained outside. The bath is a big heavy enamel type so no doubt it was a hefty beast to get out, down the staircase and in situ in the garden. I love it’s quirkyness as well as practical handiness so it’s staying for now.
Whichever way you look at it I can’t avoid that feeling that blogging is somewhat Narcissistic. Oh dear, a plant pun already. It doesn’t bode well does it. What I mean is, I’m not that sure that anything I have to say on the topic of gardening is going to be of any particular interest to the world out there. I am no Monty Don in female form. However, having recently taken on a new home with what feels like an enormous garden I felt it might be a small indulgence for me to keep a record of what occurs from this point on.
For privacy reasons our home will remain anonymous but, we are a Victorian 1850s cottage buried deep in East Sussex. About half an acre is our playground with a more formal garden (I use the term loosely), an orchard with a small area of woodland and a greenhouse requiring some TLC.
From a family with generations of committed gardeners I aim to keep the horticulturalists flag flying however no one in recent years has taken on a garden like ours since my Great Grandmother Frances at the turn of the century (the last one but one) ran a small holding in Kent while teaching the local population of infants and generally appearing to be super human in a wool full length skirt! I hope her genes run strong in me somewhere but the look on my mother’s face when first visiting the cottage said it all along with the statement. ‘You’ve got a lot to do.’ Thanks mum. I feel encouraged.
So, without further ado, I post my first blog and add my first photo of the far end of the orchard. As you can see, our first foray in to growing a wild meadow area. More on that to come…
Meadow or a lazy guide to mowing?