Photographs by Mont Clare
Sometimes my back garden resembles an enchanted Labrinyth. Other days it looks more like a freshly shorn sheep. I am filled with sadness when I awake to chainsaws and hedge trimmers, why can't they just let things grow? On a good day if I look out of my bedroom window on a certain angle, I can't see any other houses only over gown hedges and towering trees. I focus all of my attention on that view and pretend i'm living the dream in an English countryside manor...... It's only a matter of time.