It’s a garden …

It’s a garden that has been shaped by the passage of time and the needs of a family, maintained by a firm commitment to honouring nature.

It’s a garden that holds quite some memories. It has the flavour of childhood, the fond memory of a grandmother digging with her hands in the earth.

It’s a narrow garden where the walls of the buildings that extend outwards disappear into the greenery, creating an illusion of vastness and freedom.

As it stretches towards the back of the plot, it’s a garden whose trees, tangled with ivy and wisteria, conjure up other landscapes.