There is a vision. There is a narrative. The vision is of a journey. You climb a mountain to meet the hermit, who reads poetry, deep in the hills. There needs to be a path, a way to the top.
The garden is steep. The top is 6metres above the bottom- and it isn’t a long garden. The steps that are there go half way – each step is 17cm – too much for a wheelbarrow or an old hermit. Time for some artwork in the form of “groundworks” – the reshaping of the earth. With the massive assistance of Peter Suggden and his fine collection of earth movers there is the start of a way to the stop. I can begin to make the story.
