Here, under the shelter of the old hawthorn, you are invited to arrive.

Sit down. Breathe.

This is the first open place in our garden –

a space of stillness, remembrance, and healing power.

Soon you’ll be able to listen here –

to old stories, quiet voices, and the whisper of plants.

Images, audio, and words will begin to fill this place,

but even now, it already holds space for you.

A garden does not grow all at once – but with every loving step.

May you find one here that gently touches you🌱