Country Life

Say hello, wave goodbye

OWNSIZE while you still can,’ someone advised. So it’s goodbye to a large north Norfolk farmhouse, garden, meadows, spinney and big pond with its own eels. I never miss houses, but I always mourn surrounding gardens and country. During 25 years in the Cotswolds, I planted an orchard of 450 cherry trees, a long row of poplars, an avenue of and yards of mixed hedgerow. I still miss them and with a heavy heart in blossom time. You can take your furniture and books

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