
First my sister, Robyn, and her husband, Steve, and I tossed and sorted the bricks and stones, many of which I used for borders around the rest of the garden. We broke up the branches and disposed of them. Then we threw all the awful builders' soil all around, anywhere we could find a dip.
In the years after this, it was all absorbed into the garden. We had a sloped area and the weeds and periwinkle continued to grow. The next year, a couple of friends, Thea and David, came from Melbourne and stayed with me, and they came to the garden to help me, and pulled up a million periwinkle runners. At least half grew back by the next year, but much more spindly and weaker.That was about three years ago.
This year, I've had a lovely garden helper, Noel, an Irish comedian, who is pretty serious about pulling up periwinkle. He has worked for weeks on this and today we finished! It's now all clear and shaped. Next week I will plant it all out with violets.
I want it to to be a discreet and shady place. I planted silver bushes all around the pear tree and purple things (my plant knowledge is hopeless but I'm good with colours) running down the slope. I hope by summer it looks stunning but I'm an optimist. It will probably take a year.
So, this completes my secret way through from the marquee pad path, to the olive grove. It's a very curvaceous path and can't be photographed in one go. The photos below show the development.