Well, I can’t keep the news to myself any longer: we’re leaving. Leaving this place that we love, where we have worked hard, played hard and enjoyed life to the full over the last two years. The reasons are beyond our control (and beyond boring) but the fact is that in a few days’ time we will be leaving the house and garden in the care of new owners and moving back to Blighty.
It feels sad to be saying goodbye to the garden: I’ve had so much fun spending my days in the veg patch and sharing the ups and downs in this blog. Still – like Wallace and Grommit – we’ve had a Grand Adventure, met some wonderful people and learnt lots about ourselves and life in general. We are taking away more happy memories than we can shake a stick at.
The next adventure? Well, it’s back to our native Shropshire for the first time in 20 years and a patch of ground tucked away in a sheltered valley where the hills roll gently into Wales. The garden is a blank canvas (by which I mean the ‘veg patch’ is currently a paddock . . . ) so there’s plenty to be done and we’re looking forward to getting stuck in. I hope to keep on blogging, almost certainly with even muddier boots given the Welsh Marches climate!
In the meantime, there is nothing left to do but enjoy the last moments of colour, wildlife and harvest in the garden.
Goodbye, French garden – au revoir et adieu.