22 February 2016
A new wall
When I first started gardening I used to refer to all soil as 'mud', much to the chagrin of those who had been gardening for many years. Yet even as I learned more and came to respect the soil for what it is and what it affords us, I still referred to all soil as 'mud'. But I think, if I'm honest, it was now done just to upset the purists!
Having spent many years working in a garden originally created by the Victorians with its lush deep loam I don't think I ever really understood what real mud was until I spent a year working on a garden restoration in Cumbria. And I'm glad to have had the experience now I'm gardening full time on mud in South Wales!
I first visited Allt-y-Bela in the spring of 2014 when the stream was being canalised and the garden theatre was being constructed. It was a very wet spring and hundreds of tons of local stone was being brought in to built the stream walls; the mud was pretty extreme! Ally-y-Bela sits down in the base of its own little valley with a great deal of silt and clay which quickly becomes unworkable when the rain sweeps across the nearby Brecon Beacons or is funnelled up the Severn estuary.
Arne has a lot of plans for Allt-y-bela and this spring we are going to try to realise some of them. This week saw the start of the work with two local dry stone wallers coming to build a wall around the top yard. True to form after several beautiful clear crisp cold days the work began in pouring rain where wet claggy sticky mud seems to rise up out of the ground and stick to every tool and item of clothing, I've never known mud like the mud at Allt-y-bela, it seems to have one of two states; it's either a heavy watery slurry type slop with the consistency of custard or it is rich chocolate mud pie brown which sticks to every surface and is not unlike a particularly sticky bread dough.
There was a fairly large heap of stone left over when the stream was canalised and it sat in a neat pile in a layby near to the entrance until last summer when a lost truck driver appeared at Allt-y-bela. It was a nightmare scenario because there really isn't anywhere to turn around and the lane is so twisty that it would be almost impossible to reverse back down. We must have spent two hours of tree trimming and shuffling before we could finally release him, our nice neat pile being flattened to create more space to reverse into. That stone is now being used for the walling and we have spent the last two days pulling it back out of the ground through rain, wind, frost and sun!
Watching craftsmen work is always fascinating and seeing the walls rise up out of the mud is amazing. It's a craft which mixes extremely hard graft with a perfectionist's precision. Dry stone walling is as ancient as trades get, yet the results can look surprisingly contemporary. I suppose that timeless would just about sum up the work of the dry stone waller.
Arne is incredibly excited to see the change and is intimately involved in every detail. It's not just a garden to him, it's his passion, his life and it's wonderful to see. There is no art without passion and gardening, when it is approached with passion, comes about as close to art as a living, evolving entity can be.
Words: Steve Lannin
Photographs: Britt Willoughby Dyer