It’s twice as big as you can see in the picture, it’s divided by a very wonky fence and trellis that is probably now held up by the brambles that have grown over. Haven’t even been down to look at the bottom half this year, I don’t know if it’s possible to get through now. It was a brilliant garden to grow up in, we had a swing, space to run around in, trees to climb, LOADS of places to make dens. When I was 7 I started digging a hole to make a secret underground den for me and my friends. Got about 5 cm down and decided it was going to be too much work… Story of my life really!
It’s twice as big as you can see in the picture, it’s divided by a very wonky fence and trellis that is probably now held up by the brambles that have grown over. Haven’t even been down to look at the bottom half this year, I don’t know if it’s possible to get through now. It was a brilliant garden to grow up in, we had a swing, space to run around in, trees to climb, LOADS of places to make dens. When I was 7 I started digging a hole to make a secret underground den for me and my friends. Got about 5 cm down and decided it was going to be too much work… Story of my life really!
Sounds pretty much like the ideal garden for weans! I stayed in a lovely cottage for a few years up in Nigg and it’s what your pic reminded me of.
My lot loved it. My two eldest boys were 8 and 9 and they’d load up their backpacks with munchies and you wouldn’t see them all day out there.