Across the road from the romantic landscape immortalised by Turner we are laying out neat stone walls and gravel paths and I am getting in the way planting a lavender hedge. Less than a week since the lawn was re seeded there are green shadows on the lawn and we are already ordering the exterior paint.The plum trees rescued from the jungle by the tree surgeon way back when- was it really only 8 weeks ago!- have ripening fruit! Nibbling on a plum, scented by lavender and seated on the stone bench positioned to take full advantage of the evening sun it is bliss. The evening bell rings in the cloisters across the way, the last of the tour coaches roars off . Quietness falls on the Wye Valley landscape.