A personal experience of a lovely garden. A number of years ago I went to visit friends in North Wales. When I arrived my hosts said we would be visiting a garden the following day – it wasn’t too far.
The day dawned, the sun shone and my friends and I walked across the road, to another house and went round to the back garden. The hosts were taking part in the Open Gardens scheme and opening up their garden, making a charge, and sending the money to charity. There was also tea and cakes on sale.
However the garden was magical. It was on the side of a hill, so it was in many layers. Little paths wended their way around flower beds, bushes and vegetable patches (Yes more than one). There were a number of natural springs in the garden, and they had been incorporated into the design. Of course the weather made all the difference, so the afternoon was a lovely experience.
Eventually I made my way up to the top layer of the garden, which overlooked the bedroom windows, and what was there? A chicken run, with lots of chickens – actually rescue hens from a Battery Farm. They were not free range, but had lots of space to peck around in, and seemed quite content with their life.
It was such a treat.