Gibraltar’s Bee Hotel.

Recently on my trip to #Gibraltar I came across this delightful children’s garden complete with a Bee Hotel in Alameda Botanical Gardens. It’s inspired me to do something similar here in UK with the children and parents I work with.

Since coming back from Gibraltar readers will know I’ve opened a new website to record my memoirs of the Rock which can be seen at (There is a link here on my primary website). I hve many hundreds of photos and select a few daily to compliment my blog there which spans the period 1974-2016. 

A quiet little corner of the world I call my own.

There’s something very peaceful about sitting out in the courtyard. One of the only sounds I hear are the bees busily buzzing around the flowers; the fact the courtyard is a sun trap only makes sitting out even more pleasurable. I’m finding it’s a great place to think and reflect on things because when I’m snoozing with my eyes closed on the blue palette bed I could be anywhere. The old bones are very much in favour of this quiet little corner of the world I can call my own.

Loving the view

  After months of looking out at either a building site or a half done garden it really is a delight to sit and look out from the bedroom window now. I’ve finally managed to turf the garden and it’s brought together the lovely rockery, apple tree, borders and flowers. 

At the top of the garden near the house (in the foreground of the photo) is a Mediterranean courtyard complete with home made sun bed and coffee table made from old pallets. The fence down the right hand side was also made from old pallets which I think will be how the left hand fence will be replaced. 

The stone wall down the left hand side of the photo has alpine plants between the stones and herbs in planters along the top. Sitting in front of the wall is the old garden bench I found and restored with junk timber.
Underneath the apple tree is a new rockery made from spare stones which used to border the path; it took some doing but I managed to belt them out of their concrete foundation with a slug hammer. At the bottom of the garden behind the raffia fence is a vegetable patch with corn on the cob, green beans, melons, raspberries and more; the new potatoes have already been harvested. Right at the bottom of the garden is the greenhouse I was given by the lady next door (as they’re selling their house) which is full of tomatoes and a grape vine.

I’m loving the view. 

Fingers crossed I’m going in.

Hooray, so after something of a long stressful half week I finally made it to Thursday and the start of my summer leave. Looking back though it has been a good week even though I’m drained and physically tired. It’s been a while since I did any rock and roll and though it was very enjoyable it took it out of me; not just the three sets of singing but humping all the gear down from my attic into my car then out of my car into the tent – doing it all again in reverse didn’t help either but then I do have a great memory to keep.

Today my old friends Sheila and Joe are coming to stay for a week and so I’m looking forward to a few meals out and some chatter about old times; they’re in their seventies and eighties and so we won’t be going for the physical activities but then now I think about it I could do with taking my foot off the peddle a bit and saving my energy. I still have to finish preparing the garden for the new lawn turf which I’m hoping to get tomorrow. Fingers crossed, I’m going in.

The last big #garden job is almost done 

Quite a heavy day digging and getting rid of roots and rubble as I prepare the ground for new grass turf. Once again I was able to recycle some of the rocks into a rockery garden under the apple tree which is already starting to look the business. As the photo shows I still have the old grass to remove but hopefully I’ll have the whole ground sorted in time for when I go to collect my grass turf on Friday; that is going to be one major transformation band I can’t wait.

This could be a good week

Ever since moving into my new house in January I’ve been meaning to get round to digging up an unsightly concrete path/patio but have never had either the energy or the machinery. My next door neighbour Gareth is a builder and he knew I wanted the path dug up and some nice grass laid. This morning there was a knock on the door and there’s Gareth with one of those jigger-picks. BOOM!! An hour later it’s all smashed up and ready to get dumped. Fantastic!! Mind you after taking about ten wheelbarrow loads I’m already pole axed so I’m now having a break but no prizes for guessing what my Saturday afternoon has in store. Gonna be a busy day because I’ve also finally managed to get a plumber and an electrician to fit my shower; this could be a good week.

Isaac NEWTon

A little newt caught my eye in the garden and reminded me of when we lived in India. In India we very often had lizards in the garden which look a little bit like newts. In fact one used to live in the bathroom and looked after us well by eating all the Mosquitos; we grew very fond of it and gave it the name Lizzy. I think this little British fellow can have the name Isaac and hopefully he will visit me regularly while I’m pottering around the garden 🙂

Pausing to plant

Apologies for not having written my diary for a few days, I’m psyching up for a two week study and my fifth essay and tend to do anything to distract me from making a start.
Todays distraction, as usual, has been the garden. I just get so much pleasure from being there. Carol and I went down to the garden centre for some grow bags and she spotted this fig tree which she just fell in love with. So I dug into my pockets (between the moths) and bought it for her. I’m not a big fig lover, although Carol is, but it makes a lovely connection between the other shrubs.
Forgive me if I’m a bit sporadic with my blogs for the next few days, that essay isn’t calling anymore…it’s screaming at me x