we didn't have a front garden to speak of:
just old tarmac, all cracked, flaked and gritty
that was carried into the house
from the soles of shoes:
until ....
the landscapers arrived:
with their big tools and machines:
26 tonnes were taken away
crushed and recycled:
some to make the base for my path
and runway:
grey edging stones around the perimeter:
two slate stands for my car wheels:
the rest of the garden covered in
topsoil, horticultural membrane
and shingle:
sand brushed into the path:
walk the planks:
a blank canvas for me to plant:
with sea loving plants:
and gorgeous grasses:
a work in progress:
