My own private sanctuary
One garden I help to maintain sits in a very pleasant valley in the Lincolnshire Wolds ; the architecture of the large old house indicates Georgian period.
There are a couple of lichen-clad statues and limited Yew topiary ,which give an air of a former decadence ; but there is an element of natural planting which I find more appealing .
The most interesting aspect though is the small copse which lies across the very little used country lane . Large old trees grow with a careless abandon , pruned only by the wind and gales . Ground covering ivy is thick and dense with years of unchecked growth , and the whole scene is one of a gentle and peaceful return to nature .
A very old crack-willow , long since toppled over towards an old (what I assume to be) a brackish dew-pond occupies one corner .
When working alone here , I often have my lunch in this copse ; the silence only punctuated by crows nesting in a large oak above .
Now the strange part ....; even though I know there is no-one else there , I often sense a feeling of being watched ! Nothing malicious I assume ; almost like a 'Genius Loci' occupying this old and unspoilt place . There is an air of solitude and serenity , and I find myself drawn to this particular spot upon every visit .
I cannot explain why this should be ; maybe past events have somehow left their imprint here . The nearest I can describe is the feeling you get when returning to a former childhood haunt ; almost like returning home after a long absence .
Strange really !