Winter has arrived! Just when I was enjoying the late autumnal sun in my room with a view, Storm Arwen, the first of the season, slammed in and made a right mess. The northerly gale brought polar air down from the Arctic and the temperature dropped to 2 degrees last night – very unusual for the seaside.

So the party is truly over and it’s now the job to clear the debris, mulch over and leave it all to rest until next spring. These were the last blooms of the year before the storm.

The Dogwood was already shedding its leaves to expose its ruby red stems and the storm has now finished the job. The claret sedums have hung on and the storm will have done it no harm in spreading its seed heads for new blooms next year.

As the season turns to winter, it is worth taking pleasure in small things. For me, it’s the steps down to the house which have just been paved. Just look at this brilliant workmanship. It takes real skill to place and level the very heavy paving slabs before they are secured.

So while we are all confined to quarters, it’s time to make progress with my novel. The rewrite is done, edits this and next week and then the final chapters. Might just get in below 100k. It’s like doing a PhD again but I’m enjoying it this time round.

The storm season has arrived and we are well into autumn with its short chilly days. We have already had a lot of rain and there is the promise of much more as the Atlantic gets into winter gear. It’s not much fun gardening in these conditions especially when the fog rolls in or the wind picks up.

But there is the odd day when we get some weak sunshine which, although low, manages to create pockets of light. A newly planted arum and the old stalwart rosemary fountain and carpet rose can still sunbathe for a while longer. And the delightful campanulas and primroses on the corner of the west garden have already burst into life, about twelve weeks early.

The big end of season clear out has started and while the look of autumn is emerging, there have been surprises. We found these heathers buried under the summer’s prolific growth and self-seeded sedums have popped out to give some rustic colour amongst the last of the season’s trailing roses. Meanwhile, the hydrangeas have faded and are going over.

The hedgehog and cat have gone AWOL but along the coast there have been sightings of blue fin tuna and fin whales, both off course by many miles. The excitement has been enhanced recently when dolphins were spotted too. It’s all been a distraction from the task of finishing my novel but there has been progress, including searching for a title.

Come back next time for a peak of the cleared garden and a bulb-planting progress report.

It’s that end of summer feeling. The rowboat is tied up, and the canoes and RIBs are stowed for the coming winter. It’s very peaceful walking along the empty beach as all the visitors have gone home, and one of life’s small pleasures, rambling over the rocks where the water is crystal clear, is possible once again. The autumnal equinox is upon us and the night sky has been cloudless so the big bright harvest moon has been a real show. As a result, no stars are visible but the sea has turned a shimmering silver colour.

We have had unseasonably warm weather and drenching summer rain showers so the garden is still flourishing. The verbena and red hot pokers have done well supporting the wildlife and the last of the ruby red climbing rose is hanging on for a bit longer.

Over in the west end garden, the cannas have been swamped by the nasturtiums but they are trying as are the eucomises. Next year, covid-free hopefully, we will get the nasturtiums under a bit more control.

For this month’s hit of pink, there are the sedums which come into their own at this time of year. The ice-pink one is my favourite. And there is a mysterious pale pink shrub down in the secret garden overlooking the sea.

As for the book, there has been good progress with preparing the revised text; 18 chapters are done and 8 more to do, then it’s a wrap. Meanwhile the sea rolls in and out twice a day as the moon tugs away on its diurnal rhythm.

Come back next time as we prepare for the big autumnal clearing and maybe some bulb planting ready for next spring.

Hip Hip Hip Hooray… the faded blooms of the Rosa Ragusa are now turning to rose hips, first green then orange to brilliant red. Rose Hip Syrup was the great comforter and cough mixture when I was a child and the pink syrup was made from such hips. I remember clearly that it always tasted of roses like the sweets called Turkish Delights.

The summer is passing all too quickly now and the other night, we had a ‘Blue Moon’ which actually was bright orange! I think ‘Blue Moon’ means there are two full moons in the month. Those colours are reflected in the garden this month in cascades of orange and yellow nasturtiums and fiery crocosmias.

The blue agapanthuses and hydrangeas are their magnificent statuesque selves along with the butterflies’ and bees’ favourite, verbena. The summer rains have worked their magic on these thirsty plants.

You can feel the season is turning as the days are shorter and chillier but there is still an exciting pop of red from the old faithful geraniums. They are so continental!

The autumn solstice arrives in a few weeks – where did the summer go? But in the meantime, there is still some warmth and sun to be had while clambering over the rocks down on the beach at low tide.

Come back next time for a peak at the return of autumn….

If only these pictures could convey the sweet perfumes that fill the air in my seaside garden, especially on a sunny day in the early evening down in the secret corner facing the water. The old crimson rosa and the creamy pink honeysuckle make for a potent mixed fragrance. It has been far too hot to work so lounging about in the hammock trying to read has been the order of the day. Even that is an effort.

There has been some crazy weather of late. We have had a heatwave week and then torrential monsoon-like rain to break the high temperatures. The combination forms a growth mixture like no other. As a result, the garden is flourishing to the point of drowning the house in blooms and greenery. The gaps left by clearing out the spent spring plants have been filled with trailing geraniums and erigerons which are always greedy for more space. And of course, the ubiquitous rosemary plants have budged everything aside for their expansion.

Meanwhile, the thirsty hydrangeas are now full of life. They are signalling where the acid and alkaline soils are with their showy pink and blue flowers.

The work on my historical novel has been a trial with much reorganising and rewriting but it is now getting there. Maybe another six weeks hard work will do it and that will be phase one over! In the meantime, there is messing about on the water to be done, and Tunnock’s to be eaten as fresh supplies have arrived this week from Yorkshire.

Please come back next time to see the Aggies in full flower – they are promising much this year.

June is bursting out all over! It is a joyous month when everything goes pop with colour. But sadly we have now passed the summer solstice and the days will start to get shorter. It is all so fleeting so here are some moments to enjoy:

Tumbling and climbing roses along the stone river; cascades of rosemary with pops of erigerons and an arum lilly by the steps; and sisyrinchiums, geraniums, poppies, foxgloves and more erigerons lining the old wooden steps:

Down in the secret garden, despite the storms, the rosa has been as fragrant and as crimson as ever and the dog rose is scrambling well; the agapanthuses are getting ready to burst open:

All shades of pink are everywhere:

And down on the beach, no one is about, it is all quiet and the moment of zen is complete.

Come back next month for news of the book and enjoy a rich lemon ice cream when you can.

May’s weather has been terrible with storms rolling in from the Atlantic on regular pulses. At times, you cannot stand up as the gale force winds have been too strong. Storm debris is everywhere but the dumps of rain interspersed with warm sunny days has led to good growth conditions. Everywhere you look it is a tapestry of greens. It is the plants’ shapes and textures that give the variety and depth.

As spring turns to summer tomorrow, there are pops of pinks and purples bursting through. Just look at these delightful aliums, erigeroons, chives, and trailing geraniums. They have given good service over the years.

And no less impressive are the old wisteria and clematises. I have no idea how they have the strength to hold on when the storms blast in, but they do.

There is much more to come as the rose bushes are covered in buds. And there are new plants too – we are trying gladioli and anemones this year, plus more of the old troopers, agapanthuses and poppies. Will they stand up to the winds? We shall see. My room with a view is a great place to watch the storms and write my novel. Having restructured the story, it is behind schedule but half the chapters are now complete. It is a labour of love, like working in the garden.

Come back next time for news of the novel and the feast of bud bursts that will mark summer has arrived.

After six long months, it is great to be back working in the seaside garden. I ran around excitedly to take stock, fully expecting to see a lot of dead plants and weeds but I was pleasantly surprised to see it was mostly in order, and indeed flourishing. The weather has been glorious of late and the winter rains have created the conditions for growth.

There is a real feeling of expectation as the Spring takes a hold. Buds are breaking everywhere you look and the tapestry of greens will be dotted with bright colours soon. But there are the early bud breaks to keep us going.

Down by the old Tudor harbour, there is the feeling of expectation too – for the sea to cover the rocks and seaweed. It is a miracle of the tides that within six hours all this will be under the waves. You can see why the area was famous for smugglers and wreckers – those rocks are treacherous when hidden as they will hull a sailboat with ease. But not the little boats and canoes which are awaiting their owners to take them out for a spell on the water.

The lesson of the Virus – take pleasure in small things – is the rule of the day. So here we are with the last Tunnock’s Bar to enjoy with my sailor friends as we look at the view.

Come back next time for news of the book and the spring garden.

We are still in the City locked-up but it looks like we can return to the seaside in two weeks’ time just as the season turns into the Spring. The clocks have changed so the days are now longer and the storms have died down, mostly, so it is warmer. The garden will be shooting up ready for our return and there is a collection of salt hardy plants waiting to go to their new home. Our local friend has sent pictures to remind us of the beach walks that we have been missing:

Welcome to the followers from the Nineteenth Century groups of scholars and associates – my book set in London in 1880 will be ready for you in the late summer hopefully. In the meantime, you might be interested in this picture of our village nestled in the cliff side overlooking the bay where dolphins come for a fishy tea now and then. The hotel (now closed for redevelopment) is from the late 1800s and it was brought here from its original site a few miles away at the turn of the 20th century and rebuilt brick by brick in what was then a tiny fishing village. You have to admire the Victorians – they thought big, and they included an impressive stained glass window overlooking the grand staircase.

Easter is upon us and I’ve been saving my last few Tunnock’s bars to eat on the beach in celebration of our return. It has been a great challenge not to wolf them while we wait.

I almost made it until a present of fresh supplies arrived from JEB, a follower from Yorkshire.

All good intentions have disappeared and I can confirm that they taste very good.

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Happy Easter to you all and come back next time for views of the spring garden by the sea . . .