We have lived in our current home for just over 12 years, and I can still remember the day we first walked across the stone-covered driveway as we made our way to the front door to view the house for the first time.
Once inside we instantly fell in love with the potential the house presented. I say we fell in love with the potential because the house itself required a lot of work; the garden, on the other hand, was a spectacle of beautiful borders, sensational shrubberies and a picturesque pond.
For Mr McGowan and me, what should have represented a finished masterpiece was nothing more than yet another project. With two mini McGowans running about the garden wasn’t going to be practical. So, it was away with the floral borders, out came the scented shrubs and the pond was drained and filled. In their place came turf (and lots of it), a playhouse, sandpit and trampoline. Sound familiar?
Time passed quickly and this spring as I looked out over the sea of green grass, the now redundant trampoline sadly rusting away in the corner, I wondered why the garden looked so bland from one year to the next, the splendour of what had been was now a distant memory.
The answer was relatively straightforward – the garden always looked the same because we always did the same to it. The solution not so straightforward – we were going to have to do something different, and this something different would be a step into the unknown for us.