Restoration and renovation in Bath, UK aka ‘Jane Austen land.’

We are mostly asked to design or redesign gardens, in a way which usually changes the hard landscape features quite dramatically.

In this case, we were quite clear from the start that this would not be the case, although the resulting changes were in another sense structural.

The clients quite definitely knew their minds.



I overheard two pasty-eating builders lounging outside Tesco Express the other day:

‘She’s tidy,’ said one laconically to the other, glancing across the road.

I followed his line of vision and saw a short skirt, vertiginous heels and blonde hair.

Now, maybe I have led a sheltered life, but I had never heard that expression used for that purpose before!


I am forever teasing Lesley about her Bay Tree.

It is always immaculate!

Never a hair out of place.

Like a busby on parade.

And then, low and behold, when I visited early last week it actually looked quite unkempt. The top in particular was quite ragged:


Sometimes humility wins through.

 Erigeron ‘Profusion’/mucronatus/karvinskianus ( call it what you will!)

grows where very few other things have grown:

in a crack between the bottom of the garden wall and the paving, outside the door of the city studio. It faces North and gets only a smidgin of sun from the west on summer evenings: (more…)

Change is in the air.

The lazy, hazy, slightly blown garden of late summer begins to zing in early autumn.

Our choice of favourites is again limitless.

In fact we could show you as many plants as The Sun could tell you secrets that you didn’t know about Cheryl Cole.

But instead here are just  seven stars in the September garden: 


Water features need not be complex.

In fact they should not be!

A hole in  the ground, a liner, some hard landscaping.

A hose to fill and some planting.

And it could look like this:


On one of our projects, which is in an old fruit growing area, Lesley and I are going to extend an old orchard as part of the design.

 And so of course the quincunx comes into play!

 Yer wot?

No I had not myself until recently encountered the quincunx. And then we visited a National trust garden not far from here: