Harewick
Low hills, a long hedge, and a house at the end of it. Walk the property and take something home from every part of it.
The Cottage
The fire is lit from October and nobody admits to letting it go out. Peel on the hearth, a draught under the door, the good chair already taken.
Cranberry, orange peel, cinnamon barkThe Vegetable Garden
Four beds and a greenhouse with one cracked pane. Rhubarb at the far end, forced under a bucket, ready weeks before anything else is.
Cut stems, wet soil, glasshouse warmthThe Orchard
Old plum trees, planted too close together by someone who has long since stopped being blamed for it. In August the ground goes purple and the wasps move in.
Black plum, rhubarb, split fruitThe Meadow
Left uncut until the end of July, which is the only rule anyone at Harewick keeps properly. Hay, thistle, and the long walk back up to the house.
Dry grass, hay, warm afternoonThe Woods
Cedar and pine on the north edge, dark by four in the winter. The path is there if you know it and gone if you don't.
Himalayan cedar, resin, cold air