I was surprised but delighted when Fred, my son, and his girlfriend, Suzanne, asked if they could hold their wedding reception in our garden last August. I am always teased mercilessly about my devotion to the garden, so I felt ridiculously gratified at their request.
We batted around various ideas involving a marquee on the lawn. But these ideas bit the dust when Suzanne’s parents arrived from Dublin for a wedding planning weekend. Why don’t we use those “sheds”, they suggested?
The “sheds” are two massive stone, early Victorian barns, each well over 30m long and around 6m wide, beautiful buildings and ideal for the purpose. Except they were full with 30 years of detritus – mainly mine. Remnants...
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