Real gardens, photographed honestly across their whole life: as found, under construction, at handover, and well into their maturity. A garden is only finished when it has grown into itself.
A steeply sloping, overgrown back garden turned into a productive kitchen garden. The ground dropped away sharply from top to bottom, so nothing could be grown until the slope was held. We cut into the bank, set steel posts deep into the ground and built oak sleeper retaining walls to carve level terraces out of the hillside, then brought in fresh topsoil and set out raised beds sized so every corner can be reached from the path.
The hardest part of this garden was never the planting — it was the fall of the land. These show the slope being cut, anchored and retained before a single bed could be filled.
We laid this brick path and planted the borders on either side of it, then kept an eye on the garden in the seasons since. Cottage planting like this wants room to spread, and it has: the perennials and self-seeders have grown into one another until the path feels part of the borders instead of a line through them. The photographs show the same borders at different ages. After the first couple of seasons it asked very little of us. Mostly it just wanted time.
Deep mixed borders wrapped around a brick country house: irises, roses, foxgloves and box, planted for structure in winter and colour from spring through autumn. Photographed in early summer, once the borders had established.
Details from grounds we build and keep: brickwork, gates, orchard and espaliered fruit, in high summer.
Every one of these started with a walk around the site.