There are six apple trees and their tight, pink buds draw your eyes around the garden, where, damp from the drizzle and in the gentle light before the sun breaks through, newly emerging leaves show a multitude of greens.
The lawn is central, long grass perfect for cats to pounce in, and defined by shrubs and tangled flower beds. Dark spears of mint stand strong like a miniature forest and angelica seedlings force their way up through winter stems and shrivelled daffodils.
A solitary rose has opened with delicate petals of the palest pink and a wonderful fragrance. And at the back, by the wall, a silver birch tree reaches high up to the sky, its leaves small and fresh, rippling and dancing in the breeze.