Being slightly outside lets you sense the pull, the flow and the stop without being dominated by the hedges. To me it was one of those spots, not magic, not spiritual, just one of those places where the design creates a special feeling, of being contained and supported, of being fully here, tickling the part of the brain that interprets place and surroundings.
Some people just don’t like working outside. Some just do. I may be the latter but I will always seek the short cut and the easiest hand-based option - others, who want to, using the machines.
I do see that the heat can be discouraging, as can cold. But, in the end, you don’t have to love it all, no-one could, not about anything; you just have to love it enough. As Veddw House Garden shows – and I have not even begun on the beautiful, extensive plantings on the other side of the house – the end result may be good enough to justify whatever labour is required and may even scotch the blues. I don’t expect much from my results, and certainly nothing remotely comparable. But I do know that working at my garden, admittedly mainly when I want to, will keep me cheerful. That’s the absolute luxury of liking the work that you have to do. Like most people, I’d rather have that than caviar with cashmere and ambergris.