Here I’m about to walk down the path that has the ditch to the west and goes to the southern boundary. My shed is to my right but you can’t see it.
Down the path I can see the purple clematis whose climbing frame, made from old branches, has been blown almost flat by the prevailing westerly winds.
If I look back a bit further on, I can see my shed and the house in the distance and the oak to the right.
In line with the clematis on my left, the path gets a little narrow.
I go a bit further and to the right, the ditch is open. I maintain a gap on the farmer’s side so that the tractor can get to our sceptic tanks close by here.
Slightly further along the path you can see a still growing, fallen old willow in the ditch. From here to the south boundary, the ditch is completely wild and only the badger, fox, pheasant and occasional deer go down there. It’s heavily overgrown with ivy. I moved the ferns you can see from other parts of the garden.
This is my big woodpile that you can just see the edge of on the left of the previous photo. On the right is the remains of an old apple tree that the great spotted woodpecker still has a go at from time to time.
A bit further on and you can see the south boundary. There is a deep ditch immediately beyond my hedge but this belongs to a neighbour; however, I do go in it to clear out the goosegrass to keep it out of my garden! In the left of the photo is the frame for my summer raspberries, the dead brown stuff in the middle was pretty cow parsley, and the screen to the right is hiding my four compost bins and pile of leaf mould.
I now make my way back northwards till I get to the house.
Shall we walk around the pond?