Neil Gaiman linked to the most amazing photos of fairytale houses, abandoned and intact because they were buried deep in a forest in Russia. I love fairytales with magical things hidden in forests, or even at the back of the garden. Remember Enid Blyton's 'The Wishing Chair'? Magical stuff.
Our garden is pretty wild. There's plenty of treasure to be found, thanks to our relatively lax gardening skills, despite the best efforts of my girlfriend, who is a demon with secateurs and blackberry poison. (That sounds scarier than I meant it to!)
Here are some treasures from our last foray into the tangle:
A tiny nest in a tangle of blackberry canes at the back of my garden:
Stepping stones that lead to nowhere:
A wall of briar roses:
Giant rosehips, big enough to eat:
And our house at the top of the garden:
It seems to be a long, long way away...