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Welcome to The Garden in the Clouds. Perhaps your ears have popped? Maybe you can hear the wind moaning round the corner of the tin barn or see a buzzard or red kite wheeling overhead? Wrap up well please, the weather can change suddenly in the hills.
The Garden in the Clouds is a book. Despite the fluffy-sounding title, it’s a real place: six bracken-invaded acres and some tumble-down stone
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walls around a cottage, Tair-Ffynnon, high on the Hatterrall Ridge in the Black Mountains of South Wales
—so high, in fact, that much of the time the place sits in cloud.
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Here you can see pictures of our ‘non-existent garden’, as one visitor kindly put it. You can watch film clips of our efforts to lug a 20-tonne railway carriage up the mountain and shake your head pityingly at our various obsessions (snow, wild weather, corrugated iron, old Land-Rovers, wood-chopping) as well as read extracts from the book.
So please – banish low thoughts! Prepare for the high life!
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All photographs and text except where otherwise stated © Antony and Verity Woodward. Woodcuts © Fred Van Deelen. 'Britain's highest garden' and 'Buried treasure' © Jasper & Mari Fforde.