This used to be a hen house, but the roof had fallen in by the time I got here. One of the sons of the farm admitted to me that he stole his mothers eggs to sell for pocket money! It was quite common for young men to sell a calf or some weaners and pocket the cash whilst the elder generation held onto the purse strings.
We built raised beds and lowered in the central rock. Overarching metal hoops from the village blacksmith add to the ‘architectural’ interest and enable us to throw a protecting cover over in the coldest weather. I stupidly moved some very beautiful New Zealand Tree Ferns (Cyathea) and managed to kill them.
So a new start is to be made, these ancient plants have totally captivated me.
There is a short path past the pigstys from the Courtyard towards Hopeful Wood. Planted with Camellias and some Rhododendrons it makes an evergreen transition leading out of the old farmyard. This is lightened with white paniculata Hydrangeas in late summer.