![]() The fairies made a giant wand for the her. The fairies circled her and waved their magic wands. There were twenty of them, all in different colours. She opened the door of the mushroom and all the fairies flew out. Then Rose decided to keep exploring the garden and found flowers that smelt beautiful, she saw delicate butterflies, and she touched a smooth velvet mushroom. ![]() When she climbed out she was dripping wet, but she was not cold because the sun was shining. She put her hand in the water and it pushed her upwards. Inside the magic garden there was candy floss pillows and dunas, and a big, big pond. She opened the door with the handle and stepped through into a magic garden. In the garden there was a wall and she gently pushed the wall. Rose got out of bed and went outside to explore her garden. A majestic copper beech towers over a lawn peopled by gnarled old apple trees, a magnificent walnut and younger plums and greengages.It was a summer morning. (Clearly, this is an amazing place for a party.) Timeless box parterres anchor the blocky shape of the house, pale-pink and luminous red roses are draped over every structure and self-seeded foxgloves and hazy love-in-a-mist dance freely through the curving borders. The front garden has a graceful French feel that reminds me of the enchanting fête champêtre in Alain-Fournier’s Le Grand Meaulnes. ‘My husband loves sunshine, but I’m Scottish and prefer to sit in the shade at the back of the house, which is the original brick and stone and looks like a higgledy-piggledy timber-frame cottage.’ The expansive front garden is surrounded by soft, red, ironstone walls - they had totally tumbled down when the new owners arrived - and reflects the slightly grander stone cladding and south-facing aspect of this side of the house. There are two distinctly different moods to the gardens at the front and the back of the central 16th-century farmhouse. Crucially, fences have been removed and the paddock grass left to grow tall, so the whole garden flows and connects.Īn ironwork pavilion surrounded by a froth of ox-eye daisies in the wildflower meadow - Harriet Anstruther’s garden in West Sussex. The Bothy, which was once a garage, is now an idyllic studio reached by a curving gravel path and a former pigsty is abundant with sculptural artichokes and ‘20 quid’ agricultural feed bins brimming with ferns and agapanthus. Over the years, a weekend retreat has become a place to live and work full time, its relaxed and welcoming atmosphere created by layers of found or inherited elements, and plants given as presents or grown from cuttings. We didn’t have a television as kids, so we spent all our weekends wooding with Papa, clearing and building bonfires and planting saplings.’ Ms Anstruther spends three months a year working under dazzling blue Los Angeles skies in California, US, and is clear that a passion for rock music infuses her work - especially Jimi Hendrix’s Axis: Bold as Love, which is ‘quiet, but powerful, bold, but beautiful’ - but her heart is deeply rooted in the English countryside. Country Life's Top 100 architects, builders, designers and gardenersįoxgloves are left to seed themselves around the garden and roses to scramble as they will - Harriet Anstruther’s garden in West Sussex.
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