The long terrace

The trouble with suddenly having a big project on your hands is not knowing where to start. The one good thing about the back of the garden having to be built on is it narrows down the choices a bit; I’m not touching anything back there until the garage is actually up and I can see what I’m dealing with.

But when we move in we’re going to need a sort of utility area- somewhere for the washing line, a small shed for storage, maybe somewhere to sit when it’s not raining. So that decided it- I’d work on the small area directly behind the house first. There’s the remains of a small lawn here, a couple of potted conifers, and a concrete pad where a greenhouse used to be. Eventually, hopefully, this would be the ‘tidy’ part of garden but…. well.


At the back of it… nobody was completely sure what was under the overgrown grass and stumps of bushes here. One end of the mystery zone has a huge old washing line pole, which we don’t need as we’ll be using a smaller rotary one. Other than that it was a tangled mess.

oh dear.

Closer inspection revealed a long, skinny terrace underneath all the thatch. I thought I might just try and tidy that up as a flower bed- something that could wait until after the move- but what to do with the washing line pole at the end? Though it COULD be removed, it wouldn’t be easy. It was also very tall and very visible from the living room and what will eventually be my bedroom.


…Which actually makes it an awesome bird feeding station, up out of the reach of cats and with built-in hooks. And as the horrible quality photo above shows, the birds seem to like it too.  (I’ll get rid of the old line and paint the pole later- that, like the matching pole that’s currently buried in a hedge, is a problem for another time.)

The ‘recycled feeding station’ gave me an idea of what to do with the long terrace, but also gave me a time limit to get it cleared and planted.

If I was going to have bird feeders on the end of the terrace, why not give them somewhere to nest/perch in? A row of native hedge plants might work, and would eventually screen off that part of the garden to hopefully make it a nice secluded spot to sit. The problem is, the hedging packs I was looking at were bare-root and needed to be planted before the end of March. After that, I’d either have to get potted plants (not an option as that would double the price) or wait until November. And it was already February. So like the sensible and organised person I am, I decided to be patient and wait until— haha yeah right.

I actually decided to go for it and get it done ASAP because I’m the queen of leaving things until the last second. Er, tune in next time for panicked scrambling…?