It’s twice as big as you can see in the picture, it’s divided by a very wonky fence and trellis that is probably now held up by the brambles that have grown over. Haven’t even been down to look at the bottom half this year, I don’t know if it’s possible to get through now. It was a brilliant garden to grow up in, we had a swing, space to run around in, trees to climb, LOADS of places to make dens. When I was 7 I started digging a hole to make a secret underground den for me and my friends. Got about 5 cm down and decided it was going to be too much work… Story of my life really!
Cracking garden. I’d have built the Den of all Dens in that bad boy as a wean.
It’s twice as big as you can see in the picture, it’s divided by a very wonky fence and trellis that is probably now held up by the brambles that have grown over. Haven’t even been down to look at the bottom half this year, I don’t know if it’s possible to get through now. It was a brilliant garden to grow up in, we had a swing, space to run around in, trees to climb, LOADS of places to make dens. When I was 7 I started digging a hole to make a secret underground den for me and my friends. Got about 5 cm down and decided it was going to be too much work… Story of my life really!
Sounds pretty much like the ideal garden for weans! I stayed in a lovely cottage for a few years up in Nigg and it’s what your pic reminded me of.
My lot loved it. My two eldest boys were 8 and 9 and they’d load up their backpacks with munchies and you wouldn’t see them all day out there.