It’s started – the big clearout I mean. As you can see a while ago this was a jungle of matted climbers, trellis and fallen fruit. Now it looks like a garden in a suburb of a war-torn city. It’s not pretty I know but it’s what’s going on in my back yard right now in the name of garden design. I have the final plans and well basically everything is going except the Yew tree (don’t ask me why). We’re trying to clear as much of the greenery as possible before the landscapers arrive to give us their quote. Apparently, it will be cheaper the fewer times they tut and shake their head – so we’re trying to do as much as we can ourselves. Clearly, I’m rubbish at the moment. Tying my shoe laces is a daily challenge and so my part in the clearing is done in little fits and starts, followed by a nice cup of tea and a sit down. Ryan has done the bulk of the clearing – as Chief Neighbour Liaison Officer his job was also to inform next door when we had a bonfire to burn it all. They were very understanding. So this is where we’re up to. No pretty winter scenes for me, just mud and dirt and piles of rotting vegetation. I haven’t seen the frog for months – he’s in his pond thinking, ‘I don’t know what the Hell happened out there but my sorry little ass is staying put’ – he’s a smart doobie.