Letters from Hillside
FROM our perch on the hillside, we look out in every direction with views uninterrupted. It is a remarkable prospect, but with the openness comes a set of very clearly defined conditions. We have wind and unfettered sunlight, which influences everything we do on the high ground. We seek shelter in a storm or in the heat of summer, then the shadows that finger up the emerald slopes beckon us down towards their source. There, in the woods, we find another world. One that is damp and cool and still, even on a blustery day when the wind is caught in the branches and you look back up the hill to see the garden being buffeted.
I take my time studying the natural environments
Where the trees run in the shadowy hollows and in tandem with the stream that passes throughgrows in the damp crevices of oaks and poplars that have leaned over from the slopes of our neighbour’s land to form living bridges across the water.
