As London lawyer David Johnston approached retirement, he decided he needed a project. He had come to know and love the New Forest, so it was here he started looking for a run-down cottage to renovate, where he could make a garden. A muddy 50-acre site housing a spectacularly ugly static caravan was not at all what he had in mind. But surrounding the unkempt goat paddocks was a belt of ancient woodland, loud with birdsong, awash with primroses and bluebells
