So I smiled at my garden as I left to go and do the weekly shop.
And came home about an hour later to-
JUMPED out of the car thinking 'surely not!!!' It is obviously a garden now!!!' and, peering over the pile of wood I saw:
ahhhhh sigh of relief! I know it doesn't look like much worth saving but the camera angle is necessarily rather odd as I was leaning over that mountain of wood after all!
And the wood? One of the neighbours cut down a tree and dropped the wood off for us. No warning but he came back in the afternoon to check that we wanted it- bit cart before the horse don't you think?? I thanked him profusely- it's bone dry and will burn beautifully and couldn't help myself- thanked him for not putting it on my garden.
The garden outside the gate.
I get the feeling it was luck that saved my poor garden!