sarah's space LOG

27 April

Sarah Eberle

Pouring my heart out to the camera

George is putting on weight nicely and getting less scared of human company, I've caught up on some sleep - and the mix for our rammed earth walls is finally getting sorted and should be delivered to the showground early next week.  Things seem to be going swimmingly.  I must be missing something!

Of course, today's the day when a film crew are arriving to interview me for this website, crashing in on my country idyll in the Test Valley.

I hate having a camera thrust in my face.  It makes me all self-conscious and unable to be myself.

What am I supposed to say to them?  What do they want to hear?  Even when I tell it as it is, it seems inadequate.  A copy of the English Garden has arrived in the post today with an interview with me as one of the six Gold medal winners of last year's Chelsea.

Their idea was to home in on an inspiration for this year's design - and they liked the idea of an apple tree here at Homestead Farm.  So that's the world will read now.  Totally untrue, as you'll know if you've been reading these chronicles.  But who wants to let the truth get in the way of a good story?!?

The cameras have left now - and it wasn't as bad as I feared.  Though I completely lost track of time and forgot to pick up my youngest daughter from school . . . not for the first time - nor the last!  Hardly the ideal environment for her to be taking her GCSEs in - a mad and forgetful mum, more absorbed in gardens and horses than her own offspring's needs.

Roll on June, I say!