The wind is howling down the chimney, snow flurries are blasting the windows in their frames, and the lights are flickering a Morse code message that says ‘quick, find the torch, we’re not going to be on much longer’. Yet as I type this in my fingerless gloves, my laptop resting on two layers of blankets to keep out the cold, my thoughts turn to the sun, summer and glorious gardens.
Just a few months ago when the days were long and lazy and the sun just kept on coming back for more, I set myself the task of photographing hidden gardens in Calverley, my home village. We’re very proud of our gardens here, but despite going all-out for gold in Britain in Bloom, we are also a very humble lot, some saving our gardens just for a few to see.
Of course, the trouble with hidden gardens is that they are hidden so my task wasn’t easy. I knew they were somewhere, but couldn’t just barge through gates, fences and gaps in ginnels. I did manage to track six down, though one is a cheat because it’s mine, but it’s a start and hopefully I will find more this year, should we ever have a summer again.
In the old days, before the interweb, photographs would be printed and displayed, but thanks to the miracle of HTML and WordPress, plus a lot of help from my own personal technical support, I’ve made a website and there they are for all to see – and remember the summer of 2013.