This walled National Trust garden in Clarkston was closed today as paths were sodden and slippery (hence the police tape, left) but the gardener kindly allowed me inside at my own risk. Soundtrack: a nearby woodpecker, the burr of a chainsaw; my own chittering teeth in the icy air. The C18th house is just visible above the hedge. “What sets Greenbank apart”, says the NTS site, “is how it uses high hedges and tall plants to separate the garden space into a dozen separate and unique areas.”
Afterwards I walked in the woods outside and found a wooden sculpture of an HB pencil, and the smouldering remains of a small fire. I warmed my gloved hands over it, which now smell amazing.