It might have something to do with my father's gardening style that I have a fascination for the eccentric.The only photo I have of his garden is the pixie house that he built in the 1980s.
I think it must be in the blood, a kind of exhibitionist gene maybe. Though I feel no need to turn my garden into Dingly Dell I can see why people do it.
I love the dedication to the task and the mad eccentricity of it all.
Perhaps this is my next chapter of Jerusalem!