The Garden
Lane at Oxwich Marsh, leads to the back entrance of Penrice Estate. I have often
wondered what it was like centuries ago, but my first real recollections of
this little road date to the early 1970’s, when I was ‘hard at work’ studying
reed warblers in the freshwater marsh.
At that time, willows and alders, just above head-high, lined each side
of the lane, making it the perfect spot to catch birds with mist nets.
Beyond the
wrought iron gate at the end of lane, ‘Ron’s Cottage’ as I always called it, stood
alone and was occupied by the retired gardener from the estate. I remember well
conversations with Ron about tales of life on the estate in the old days, and
about the to and fro of illustrious visitor. Other, possibly embellished stories of goings on in the
village, were also a constant source of delight during my early morning coffee
break. Alas Ron is no more, but I can’t help thinking of this real
old-fashioned countryman, whenever I look down the lane.
The lane has
changed much in recent years, the lines of trees having gradually grown to form a
tunnel, and work is now under way to clear some the most invasive ones. Ron’s
cottage, renovated and looking splendid, is now a holiday let, but has not lost any of its character. It remains a magical
peaceful place, sitting on the edge of the marsh as it has done for centuries.
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