Our new garden has the feel of a huge unloved beast. It has obviously been subject to a master plan at some stage but the plan is long lost and we are left with with a wildly unruly beast. The first thing we did, when we moved last summer, was attack the main thoroughfairs so that we could at least navigate our way around most of the garden. Further than that it’s quite hard to know where to start so I’ve started in the only way I know how, a complete massacre! I’m working on the basis that if it doesn’t survive its probably not worth having. I am a little concerned that my lush and voluptuous garden won’t be quite the same this summer, but remain confident that anything thats got that big is probably going to recover pretty well.