I gave up my Beth Chatto garden for this

A recreation of a Jurassic mud swamp.


A reenactment of The Battle of the Dinosaurs


A grave.


Of a unicorn.

I am told that the unicorn is not dead. Merely resting. Tonight, if I wake screaming in terror at the nightmare that is the Dawn of the Flesh-Eating Zombie Undead Unicorns, forgive me. It is the result of playing in the garden.


A blackboard badger. On stilts.


A home-made hammock held up with string and ribbon. (I approve of that. It saved me £13.99.)


An assault course.

And dinner for two. Two unicorns, of course. This is their pudding. Painted mud pie. In the background is probably the main course. Corpse.


Spring is here, and the children have taken over the garden.

The midnight terrors are beginning.