29/11/2025
Playing with minimal materials as autumn melds into winter in one of my favourite wild English gardens
This place is an ever evolving legacy, representing a lifetime of custodianship by brilliant gardener Kath, no longer here but still somehow rooted in the land. I feel her presence in the huge rambling vines of wisteria, clematis, jasmin and rose which tumble over every wall. I remember her pulling up a rooted stem of the Banksia lutea rose decades ago and gifting to me at the start of my own plant obsession, kindling.
She is there in the perfume of delicate Viburnum burkwoodii stems, those who grabbed my attention and had to be brought in from the cold for closer admiration.
The garden reinvents itself each season and with each generation, in a reciprocal dance of ideas and relation to land.
