I loved that little garden, with all it's beautiful birds and butterflies, but eighteen months ago my job brought me back to Argyll, close to where I grew up and to a very different garden, the one in the title of this blog. A plot four or five times bigger than I had been used to, set in three tiers on a boggy Argyll hillside, with a stream running down one side and a midge population of a number, size and persistance that only the West of Scotland can breed. I will sound mad when I tell you I bought the house because of the garden, but I did. I stood on the mossy lawn and looked out over the rowan and silver birch towards the loch and decided this was for me.