The world for now has become a little smaller and our garden a little more stony. The two are linked. The area in front of the garden studio is a muddy lawn during the winter months and for some time we’ve wanted to turn it into a Dungeness, Derek Jarman style garden.
It was my love of the poetry of Derek Jarman that first took me to his home on Dungeness and it is Dungeness that has stolen a big bit of my coast loving heart.
His poetry book, A finger in the Fishes Mouth, found its way into my life a long while ago. It took me to Dungeness.
I love the serendipity of following a poet to his special place and then finding one of my own. The flat blank mounds of pebbles inspire me to paint, and photograph
and now obviously to garden.
Who knows when we can next travel to Kent to recharge our batteries but Lockdown has given us the chance to start our stone garden .
Much laying of membrane and humping of pebbles, quaintly described as Raspberry Ripple, has turned the grotty lawn into a miniature space of pebbles , I can read a Sunday paper on it.
Today we are resting our aching muscles on it whilst basking in the sun.
Dreaming of endless pebbles.