The back story-
In the beginning there was me, some grass, and a Shirley Bassey bag
Signing up for a plot and walking down the lane in the height of summer looking over the site, on a southerly slope looking out to sea, with sheds and greenhouses in various states and makes, sweetpeas scrambling up wigwams, sunflowers tracking the sun; all to a backdrop of the chug of lawnmowers. It was a pleasure to behold, and I knew I’d found a home from home.
In the beginning there was me, some grass, and a Shirley Bassey bag, a blank canvas, a few vague ideas and a smattering of dreams ….
The 1st year was all about discovery and clearing and escape. With no shed the 1st purchase was a shopping trolley, and if I was going to wander around St Leonards dragging a shopper then it had to pink.
After that it was a matter of getting down and digging.
Growing, Eating, Living
I have gardened for years and inexplicably always loved it. Being outside, digging around, snipping this back and tying that back. It keeps me sane (r), it gives me time to contemplate or to empty my whirring head. It lets me breathe, feel the sun between my shoulder blades, and I get to hear the sound of rain falling on leaves, or the wind picking up and rustling the grasses or trees.
I am at my happiest sitting on the doorstep, first thing in the morning with a cup of tea in my hand, staring out into the garden, noticing what needs doing, what is looking good, what isn’t working. And from the sitting and supping the pottering naturally follows, dead-heading here, sniping and tidying there, pulling a weed or two; and suddenly it is no longer first thing it’s mid-morning and I have a heap of stuff to do and I’m still in my pyjamas.
I garden, therefore I am.
I’m a south-coaster, living in St Leonards On Sea, a venerable seaside town, our neighbour Hastings is more widely known, a certain battle in 1066 put it on the map. St Leonards on Sea is a purpose built seaside town dating back to the 1760s and founded in 1828 http://www.1066.net/burtons/intro.htm) it is directly connected to Hastings, and West St Leonards by a concrete promenade, which in part is a double-decker promenade, built to cope with the numbers of visitors flocking to the coast to take in the joys of the English seaside in the 1930’s, the only one of its kind in the UK.
Walking along the prom ‘taking the sea air’ is a life affirming feeling, strolling with no real purpose in mind, feeling the sun on your back, or the wind in your hair, watching the sea – whether there are white tops out there in the Channel, a calm blue sea kind of day or the day after a storm and the sea is churned up grey and brown; there is always something to see. The sea captivates me as much as gardening does.
I Promenade therefore I am.