It’s hot here in London. Silly hot – sun fat dying insects hot where the air is a physical wall of heat rising up from the baking pavements and stumbling off buildings and glass.
So why am I thinking a bit of hard landscaping is in order? Mad. But it’s not something for today but to be chewed over, slowly.
We have a pinch point in the garden just where the table is. If the flowerbed there was taken back a couple of feet it would make much spatial sense.
Besides, who does’t love a bit of cobbling? Chosen carefully it can transform the mundane and put heaven in a backyard.
Laters, Kate x