Sarah Eberle is a master story teller, with landscapes as her setting, and the plants and materials as her characters, developing a life of their own as her creation evolves.
sarah speaks
evolution of a design
Alongside landscapes, horses are the love of Sarah's life. Hear how a St George's Day arrival led to seven sleepless nights which jeopardised her Chelsea preparations and left her on the edge of exhaustion.
Sarah's Horses
Press day and a mad scrum
So this is it. The moment of truth. What colour will our medal be? I'm all het-up and excited in equal measure. I could barely sleep last night and woke up early wondering what today would bring.
It's overcast and a bit chilly compared to some of the beautiful sun we've enjoyed. It reminds me a bit of last year. We could do with a bit of sun while the judges are here as it would bring out the beautiful vibrant orange of the calendula.
We've got Emily Jones of BBC Breakfast filming on the garden at 10 to 9 this morning. And the judges have kindly agreed to avoid visiting at this time. It's going to be one big whirl today, capped off with the visit of the Queen and the VIP Reception, then I just know I'll collapse into bed.
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It's manic today. The judges have been through at 9.15ish, all very poker-faced and giving nothing away. Eight wise men and women who control our fate and hold our fortunes in the palm of their hands. I'm going to be on tenterhooks now until we know the result of their deliberations. My finger nails, never good at the best of times, are going to be chewed to the quick.
I feel a little bit like a kid on Christmas Eve, seeing the presents under the tree but unable to do anything to open them until the morning comes.
And, as they say, a watched kettle never boils. So I'll just have to be patient and wait for the news. We've done everything we can now to make this garden special. It's simply a case of sitting tight and praying.
I'm absolutely exhausted! No sooner have the judges gone than it's an endless round of interviews and photographs. GMTV, ITV News, the QVC Channel, French, German and Australian telly, The Independent, Daily Telegraph and Times, the Los Angeles Times and Sweden's equivalent of the FT - and numerous different parts of the BBC. All want to speak to me. And I just want a drink. The only respite we get is when the rain comes down and all the celebrities and media head for the Grand Pavilion rather than stand outside with us in the wet.
And then it's rushing off to my friend's where I'm staying to get a rather smarter pair of trousers on for the visit of The Queen and the Royal party. And no sooner has she left than it's another quick change into a posh frock for the VIP Dinner.
And so it's 3.30am and I'm still awake, drinking as it's the only way I can ensure I will get any sleep tonight. What will tomorrow bring?