One day there will be a continuous, meandering path around the site, with different views and interest throughout the journey. One day...
But, there's a cup half full to enjoy now, as we wander around the boundary.
The character of the walk changes once you're out of the Cedar Walk and becomes more natural. In Picnic Wood, the hours spent scything the recalcitrant tangled and smothering brambles and nettles have borne fruit. Spumes of Hedge Parsley billow around the cut path under the dappled shade of the birch trees. Red Campion collected as seed and then planted as plugs now flower beneath the hawthorn hedge.
We have a confiding cock pheasant who is our landlord - 'The General'. He circuits Cordwood on foot, inspecting all works in a measured manner, talking to himself. He will frequently appear from behind a shrub and scrutinise my work.
A man of few words to his staff, I'm sure I detected approval as he inspected the path cut through the orchard.