The field

When we got married nearly five years ago, we went to live in Davids house. It was a beautiful house built high on the cliffs over looking St Mawes and the light house. The views were glorious but it had a major drawback. It was 53 steps up to the front door. This was fine for a while but getting the shopping and suitcases up the steps got very tedious. We moved house. On the state agents blurb they described it as having a very large garden. It was indisputably a field.
There were just three trees growing in it. The rest had been pasture for cows 30 years earlier. The farmhouse was old and I have resisted all efforts to get us to tart it up.the original paving stones are still down in the hall and it's not pretty or rustic but we love it.
The field is different. Starting a garden from scratch was a challenge. We were in the middle of an interregnum so we were both busy but we made a start.
Now we have put in around 30 trees and another 25 fruit trees. The shrubs number about 50 and it has actually started to look like a garden now. Well more parkland really but we are getting there.
Everyday we walk round it several times and the dog sometimes comes with us. Today he walked slowly and for the first time since his operation he cocked his leg up ! Ridiculous how happy that made me.
From one side of the field we can see Falmouth over the roads. From the other we look out over Gerrans church spire as far as Nare Head on clear days.
Watching the field grow into a garden absorbs and delights me. I am a very lucky woman.


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