After negotiating the narrow, twisting lanes of north Wiltshire, it’s immediately apparent when Catherine FitzGerald’s home looms into view. It’s not the big oak barrel, denoting the 18th-century property’s former life as a brewery, but the mad froth of flowers that spills forth from the house that gives it away. Roses including ‘New Dawn’, ‘Albrighton Rambler’ and ‘The Garland’ clamber up to the mullion windows, or fall over the stone wall that marks the boundary. There’s clipped yew topiary, nurtured from feathered whips, and hundreds of ox-eye daisies, foxgloves and a scattering of buttercups.
A beautiful honeysuckle, Lonicera etrusca ‘Michael Rosse’, shrouds a north-facing wall, underplanted with Dryopteris filix-mas. It’s all soft, loose and romantic. ‘The little front garden spoke to me. I wanted it to look like it had…