My rather soggy north sloping quarter of an acre is a long, thin rectangle with the house plonked 3/4 way to the north. It's about 600' above sea level backing onto the Belfast hills. The garden was established nearly 60 years ago by my garden mad parents. Now, I HATED gardening but in the last years of my teaching career I was told to "teach horticulture to the bad boys". What a baptism of fire! I hated it initially of course but within the year... hmm something changed and by the time early retirement arrived, I'd inherited the now vastly overgrown garden and had started to think about that weird beekeeping thing my dad used to do. Fast forward 6 years and I've now some gardening structure and up to 10 hives at any one time split between here, a community allotment and a farm site. I had to hand dig the whole site/ put down cardboard as it was riddled by couch grass which im still battling. I've renovated the old greenhouse, built a bigger one, a bee shed and got an Arctic barbeque Hut as a nod to the Norwegian side of the family (great for Hallowe'en parties). This is the reason my honey is called Red Hut Honey! I love planting lots of wildflowers (several borage swathes just to see all sorts of bees work it) and I've also let the raised beds go a bit potager, so I've a jumble of anything from artichokes, tayberries, sunflowers, charlotte potatoes to salad stuff to nasturtiums. Rhubarb is dotted all over the borders as a gap filler. Oh and sungold tomatoes rule! Ps I despised Brexit as it's made getting interesting seed potatoes and other fun seeds hard not to say expensive (and that applies to mail order bee stuff too alas)..