Or rather, non-view. This is all you see from the kitchen door.
Yet more fuchsia. And some variegated thing. My sister Anne doesn't understand my loathing for fuchsias; she loves them.
And this is what lies behind that fuchsia-screen. My small garden with its high stone walls and the linhay (pron. linny, a little agricultural storage area, or workshop), and its ugly path. The linhay is terribly damp, being built against a bank of soil that is part of next door's garden, but the toad seems to like it, and with a lick of paint to door and window, and the wisteria trained over it, and the damn fuchsia persuaded elsewhere so that it can be seen, should become more of a visual asset.
Admittedly it's a rather bare small garden, but that's because of all the space vacated by half a dozen other fuchsias. I found another one today, lurking under the clematises.
The clematis and wisteria jungle, with a camouflaged berberis that stabs you every time you pass, causing you to flinch backwards into the holly. Double stabbing.
At the back, in front of the linhay, is the parking bay for the assorted plants from Newcastle, including a rather sad-looking Zepherine Drouhin, uprooted from its place by my old front door where it would surely have perished. I couldn't bear to leave such a lovely rose, and although it hasn't died, it might yet. Or it might be grateful, and spring into life again next year.
And there are moving-in gifts. Clematis and hollyhocks. Great favourites of mine.
On a concreted area sit all the other Newcastle plants in their pots, awaiting their turn to be emptied into proper soil. No more B&Q multi-purpose for them! I have geraniums, day lilies, hellebores, aquilegia, poppies and my beloved red gooseberry bush which will need to be given its own spot. (Near the berberis and holly perhaps, to make a triple stab hazard?)
It's my Winter Project. I have no idea how to make a cottage garden, and fancy the whole soppy chocolate-box works, so, after planting a barrowload of Spring bulbs, I shall study and plan over the colder months. Advice, suggestions, encouragement welcome; I know that some of you are the most awe-inspiring gardeners.
What I do know is that I want a cottage garden with NO FUCHSIA. Sorry, Anne.