Busy Bee2 wrote (see)
I don't quite get the belfast sink thing for the garden. We have a double Belfast sink in the kitchen - I get that - it's quite useful, but having them in the garden reminds me of the ghastly scav-man who lived next door when I was a kid. He filled his garden to overflowing, with junk (including belfast sinks) and shouted abuse at the neighbours. Rats moved in with him, he abused his wife and kids until they moved out.
But a walled garden - oh yes. I can just imagine all the weed seeds that fly through the air here hitting the wall and not getting in. Just imagine, rows and rows of Victorian bricks and lime mortar, peach espaliers doing the air hostess dance across the south facing walls, grape vines in the long orangery, interspersed with bougainvillea and date palms, a trug next to the lavender, four different varieties of cabbage - some of them purple, companion planting, butterflies, a reclining cat, terracotta plant pots, the burble of Radio Four coming from the potting shed, a bed full of flowers for the house. I've spent too many hours in NT gardens and watching costume dramas, haven't I!
Walled gardens I'm with you there BusyBee2. Can never get enough when visiting places, living a dream!