
While we were away we visited an amazing private garden that belongs to a friend of my Mother-in-laws. It was great because it was so natural, a rugged hillside with wild flowers and trees, but also full of quirky surprises like this horse sculpture,

a hidden away treehouse.

places to sit and rest

and treasures in the undergrowth

Sadly though my garden is very small and flat and square. I am not good at growing stuff (neglectful you might say), even my next door neighbour laughs at my lack of greenfingered-ness and the fact that my garden has so many toys in it and so few living things. oh well, I can dream.
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