which has been built by the owner. I think it has a look of San Francisco about it.
Once outside, you are surrounded by plants and artefacts, all cunningly placed. There are three major structures in this small plot. The most recent, below, looks as if it had been there forever.
This next one was built from a porch which would have ended up on a skip. It's been richly decorated inside in a rather Pugin-esque style.
Everywhere you look there are salvaged objects like these lamposts.
The back gate has been made to measure from old wood.
The flowerpot man enjoys a drink.
Next to a tree house (no picture, sorry), is a giant ladybird.
Objects found, rescued or collected on travels fill every nook and cranny: there is not one dull spot. My favourite corner is probably the fernery (I go for the dim and gothic) which includes a lovely memorial to the owner's father.
Here sempervivums have found a happy home.
It's not all quirkiness, though. There are also conventional beds for fruit, vegetables and dahlias.
I've been depressed on my house hunting forays to see that most people take no interest at all in their gardens. This afternoon's outing showed just what can be done in a small space with enough imagination (and hard work).