"The secret garden is always open now.
Open and awake, and alive.
If you look the right way,
you can see that the whole world is a garden."
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT
My summerhouse was born last year...
So, please come through the garden gate...
Around the house...
And across the lawn...
Up the steps...
And over the bridge...
Yes, over the bridge...
Turn left at the big willow tree...
Through the wooded area...
Around the meadow...
Nearly there...
Nearly...
Please take a seat, and relax...
You can see into the woods from this
window and no-one can see you...
The cushions are all handmade, by me...
And the interior is very calm and soothing...
This is where I write, and think and look out the window and daydream and is that an
empty wine glass?...
There's no electricity, so when it gets dark,
I can just light a candle and find a blanket, and keep writing...
"What's writing really about?
It's about trying to take fuller possession
of the reality of your life"
TED HUGHES
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