I can’t even remember what I was searching for but by the magic of Google algorithms I ended up at Blotanical and I’m now taking my first hesitant steps along the garden blogging path.
I am content as a solitary gardener – there is just me, the wind, the rain, the wildlife, the sea and the sky. If I lean on my garden wall and look due west the next landfall is Newfoundland. On a clear day I can see St Kilda and the neighbouring islands of Barra Mingulay, North Uist and Harris. A strange bleak place for a garden, but views are spectacular and when the sun shines it is paradise.
There is no gardening tradition in these islands and until relatively recently vegetable growing was restricted to neeps and tatties (potatoes and swedes/turnips). So there is no garden visiting on a Sunday afternoon or nursery to tempt me with totally unsuitable plants. I would not like to give the impression that I am the only gardener on the island, there is a growing number of enthusiast who are prepared to try the extreme sport of growing vegetables in the Hebrides. However we are thinly spread and too busy coping with our climate to spend too much time socializing in the potting shed.
So my blog is not a cri de coeur from a castaway gardener, it is an invitation to visit my garden from time to time, watch it develop, share my rare triumphs and frequent desolation and if you have time lean on the gate for a chat and share the view.