I honestly thought that I would feel sad, leaving this garden. After all, it was my first. I planted my first shrub here, my first tree, split my first perennials. Maybe it is because I am leaving it in the capable hands of Mil and Fil, at least for a while, or maybe it is just because I am ready to move on. I certainly still enjoy it, even in its current soggy and slightly ramshackle state.
I am aware that I am hugely fortunate not to have to worry about transporting all the plants I want to keep, even the ones in pots, all in one go. We’ll fit in what we can, but thereafter various relatives have promised to collect a few on their way up to see us, and next spring I will be able to come back and divide or just plain dig up the various special plants I don’t want to be without. Mostly I am just excited about learning my way around a new climate, new soil conditions, about starting again.
Just as well I wasn’t intending to dig up lots of things, given how unremittingly wet it has been these past couple of months. It was a miracle we managed to dismantle the greenhouse in the dry! Now that was an adventure in grown-up construction toys… Memo to self. If I am ever in the position of buying another greenhouse, don’t scrimp, buy the safety glass! Horticultural glass is brutally thin and sharp, and the process of unclipping the first few panels was fraught with tension as we got used to how “firm” we had to be…
Armed with sturdy gloves and an enormous roll of bubble wrap, it actually went quite smoothly in the end, and we completed the job just as the rain started up again. It did look rather forlorn though:
The frame was more interesting, though less so than I thought. I was determined to keep it in sections if at all possible, as it will save so much time when we come to re-assemble it, not to mention cutting out the more frustrating sections of the instruction manual. It was much easier than I had thought it would be, and we quickly wound up with a neat stack of pieces.
Which was just as well, since yes, you guessed, it started to rain again. I keep checking the weather in Cemaes to compare. It does seem a little drier, but time will tell. But we exchanged contracts today, so it is all official, and next week the greenhouse will be transported to its new home, where it can lord it over the slightly shabby wooden one that I have to work out how to rescue and make beautiful again.
So, my next post will be from my new base on Anglesey. I’m really looking forward to sharing my new gardening adventures, not to mention getting tips and ideas on how to tackle the various challenges of growing veg in a comparatively small space and dealing with a maritime climate. I am already obsessing about what tree to plant in the front garden to increase the privacy, since there are lovely views across the bay and I want to be able to sit there and daydream with a mug of tea. I have also discovered a fruit nursery in Bangor which sells apples, pears and other fruit native to Wales, and which are therefore perfectly adapted to the climate, so I already have plans for a fruit cordon boundary between the kitchen garden and the other area round the back. And of course there is that circle in the front garden to dismantle, and all that lovely slate to find a new use for. Somehow, I don’t think I am going to be bored…
See you in Wales!