My house is not on Google Streetview, which is fair since there is no street. All you see on Google is a gate and a little placard with the name of the house. No sign of any house.
Earlier this week, the landlord sent in two heavy duty gardeners with chainsaws and large machines. The garden had been pretty much untended for over a year (as had the greenhouse, which I why I have two large compost bins full of grapevine trimmings). The farm had cut the lawns but that was pretty much it. I was expecting to spend most of the summer cutting back plants.
The gardeners cut back far more fiercely than I would have. It was two days of botanical Armageddon out there, but they did more in two days than I would have done in two months. The garden is in manageable condition now.
Also I don’t have a chainsaw nor any of the enormously vicious tools they brought with them. This is probably, on balance, a good thing.
Since it’s nearly spring, as evidenced by the rising tide of daffodils and the dying snowdrops, I thought I’d go where even Google dare not go. Up this driveway…
Yes, that leads to Underdog Towers which doesn’t have an actual tower but which has some rooms that feel like it. This is far from any kind of streetlight so it’s a real adventure at night.
I usually drive up here a tiny bit faster than I probably should. At walking pace there’s time to look around at what’s growing among the banks waiting to be tidied.
Once I move a few truckloads of fallen branches, leaves and weeds, the driveway should look pretty good. When you get past the bend in the track, you see this –
Go up to the house and look back and it looks like this –
The wall was covered in ivy until last week. I’d have left it, personally, but I just rent the place so can’t overrule the landlord. Still, the base of the plant is still there. It’ll grow back. Those are not my car’s tyre tracks. They had a tractor. I did say they were heavy duty gardeners.
The opening in the wall leads to one of the gardens. That garden has flower beds that were seriously overgrown. I had made some attempts at cutting back but the wooded bit at the end of the garden needed someone who isn’t afraid to climb a ladder with a chainsaw. Not me. Me, ladder, chainsaw… I know where that would end up!
The other side of the wall looks like this –
They did a sterling job of weeding that part. It would have taken me at least a week just to clear that one bed! The trees at the end are inside the garden. It’s the smaller wooded area.
Panning around…
That’s a grain store behind the garage. Yes, the farm is that close! Every day, usually around 5 pm, the local pheasant walks past the kitchen window on his way home from the grain store. One day he was running – he might have been caught in the act.
Down among those trees is Snowdrop Corner –
So, back to the house. There is no actual end to the driveway, it goes right around and down the farm road. I never have to turn the car, I just go up one drive and down the other.
Standing in the second garden, you get a better view of the house.
The greenhouse is now triffid-free, the vines are still there but heavily trimmed. It leaks, and I think the only way to fix it is to take out all the glass and refit it after cleaning it all. That will have to wait for good weather. The scruffy bit on the right is log storage for the wood burning stove and also a mini garden, as if there wasn’t enough garden already.
The bit I’m standing on is another garden. Mostly grass, leading to another wooded area.
That’s not the wooded area. It’s behind the camera in that shot and looks like this –
Well that’s a bit of it. There are apple trees in that lot and enough fallen wood to fuel the stove all next winter.
Following the drive around, just in time to see the snowdrops outside the kitchen before they die back –
The kitchen window is out of shot to the left. That’s the office/guest room window, and you can just see the extra tiny window at the back of the kitchen.
Well, that’s some of the outside of the house. I’ll get better garden pics as the year progresses and things start to actually grow. The grass has started already but I won’t mow it until the snowdrops die back.
This garden doesn’t have a crocus pentacle… yet. Oh, the possibilities!
It looks lovely, very peaceful and I hope you will be very happy there. I do miss the supermarket stories though. Incidentally my son tried to get me Black Russian Sobranie for Mothers Day but it seems that due to the plain package legislation they are no longer sold in the EU.
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It’s peaceful until the farm gets properly under way in the summer. Still, it’s all crops, no animals so I expect the only real disruption will be at harvest time.
It’s not surprising the premium brands will have nothing to do with plain packs. I expect we won’t get the good cigars soon.
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::sigh:: It’s all those schoolchildren flocking to the convenience stores for Black Russian Sobranies that caused all the hubbub in the first place, right?
I have to wonder… in all of the UK… even when sixteen was the “legal age” for purchase just a dozen or so years ago (right?) …
Did anyone under legal age EVER buy Black Russian Sobranies?
Sad that the Antis spoiled a Mothers’ Day gift attempt.
– MJM
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Did anyone under legal age EVER buy Black Russian Sobranies?
Um, yes, actually.
When I was about 14 (that would have been back in 1963), I was quite partial to Black Russian cigarettes, and would buy them whenever I could afford them (which wasn’t that often, if truth be known – I didn’t earn much on my weekend job at the fruit farm).
Looks like a fine gaff you’ve got there, LI. Move it all 1000 miles south, and it would be perfect! 🙂
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nisaki, you had a VERY sophisticated smoke palette for a 14 year old! LOL! I was just learning to appreciate my parents’ Pall Malls round ’bout then.
– MJM
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Just wish I had realised this would happen and I could have stocked up!
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Any help? http://www.tobaccospecialists.co.uk/cocktail-cigarettes/
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My son tried the link, only took payment by card not PayPal. Tried to email but was returned undeliverable and no reviews since 2010. He used an old card to order 40 and transferred just enough to pay. I will let you know if I get them ok!
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A dead site maybe? I hope not!
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I got my 40 Sobranie today! So site still live, must see if they have any more.
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That was quick. No plain packs either?
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No plain packs original ones. I am going to order some more!
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Just called the shop and he says he has plenty left if anyone else is looking for them.
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1. I thought you said you were renting a cottage; not Scotland!
2. Image #8 – that green thing – is it an outside khazi? 🤣🤣🤣
Bloody hell, with so much & so many ‘gardens’, how do you find time to be a scribe? Is this you:
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The green thing is the oil tank for the heating.
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I don’t yet have a ride on mower. But there’s a tractor dealership in town 🙂
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See if you can find an antique Brott grasscutter. Designed by a mad Welsh Hell’s Angel who’d had a good look at flail mowers, silage cutters but still felt reminiscent for his bike, it is something of a unique design.
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Looks like fun 🙂
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Awesomeness. Thanks for the peek into your world. 🙂
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What a lovely spot. Very peaceful, very remote – perfect! But all that garden, though … all that mowing … perhaps you should think about getting a couple of sheep. A friend of mine has a large garden, but has two sheep who roam freely throughout it and they keep the grass at a perfect length – only the front (where they can’t go) ever needs mowing. Guess you’d have to resist the inclination to see them as potential roast lunches, though. That might be difficult 😉
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Really interesting.
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Wow! That is a WONDERFUL redoubt for you guys! 🙂
I’ll have to send you some pics of my own garden wildness sometime. LOL! At one point though back around ten years ago I got a ticket for having a 15″ “weed” growing by my front porch steps.
I contested it, pointing out that my little castle was nestled between abandoned houses and lots that the city was responsible for weeding and that THEIR weeds, spilling over onto my porch in some places were up to 15 ***FEET*** high!
Their response?
That the city’s behavior in tending its own properties was no excuse for MY dereliction AND, anyway, it made no sense for the city to ticket itself since it would just be paying itself the fine.
Seriously. THAT was their excuse. I eventually got off on the basis of some other technicality, but that was actually the argument they gave for their fifteen foot tall weeds!
– MJM
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Image number nine would make a good back cover…
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What a fabulous place.
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Oooh, ivy. The berries and leaves make beautiful natural dyes. You get an incredible soft golden yellow from ivy leaves, it’s gorgeous …
Looks like a wonderful place to be 🙂
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Jealous, jealous, jealous!
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Five rooms and a large attic are never used other than for storage. If you moved in, I probably wouldn’t notice 😉
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Hi Leggy, long time lurker here. Castle Legula looks great, lots of woods to hide the bodies;)
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Shh! Nobody will visit me if you warn them in advance 😉
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“Castle Legula”? LOL! I **LOVE** it!
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Ah, proper well chuffed for ya Leggy. It’s a beautiful place, spacious, natural, the right climate all round for writing. Perfick! Well done, it feels to me like you deserve it x
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