I did get it re-laid to lawn, but I don't know which field they found the turf to cut it from, but it was on its way to wild before ever it got to me; I then tried getting a semi-permeable membrane down with gravel on top and sand underneath, but the little turds (sorry, children) across the Close from me would raid the snow in winter, throwing the gravel with it all over the place and creating really nasty snowballs with it*. So, when a mixed group of Irish managers, and Polish and East German workers offered a cut-price deal to pave it, I foolishly said yes (and put like that I STILL can't believe I got pressured into it - moi!)
But I insisted on two things: that the outside soakaway drain wasn't paved over (but they nearly managed this - picture a large and very angry houseowner screaming at a foreign labourer without English to stop, cease, arretez, verboten, polizei and some less creditable foreign words I have picked up in my wanderings). The second was that the bed with the poppy and other wild flowers (mainly bluebells in Spring) be left on the edge so that excess rainwater could drain into the water table.
There are two reasons for this, the first is that the continued paving of the surface area increases the amount of rainfall in the SE of England that is not entering the water table, but being expensively routed through drains to streams and thence to the sea. That b'ain't be good for the land, Jethro.
But the main one is that I sort of think that I'm a custodian of that poppy bush; now that the rest is paved it's come on leaps and bounds. It starts flowering in about early May and as of 30th September, it is still massively in flower and will stay that way, in spite of frosts until the strong winds late on in October. I didn't plant it, but I think it's beautiful and the stunning mass of flowers it produces over such a long period mean it owes me absolutely nothing. And if I'd paved all the front garden over, then I wouldn't be greeted during the Summer and Autumn months every time I get home by this sight. which SO makes me smile. And I look at the paved wasteland of the other house fronts and feel, oh, so, smug!
And yes I do like their music, Ian Anderson's manic flute especially!
*Hmm. And that was not the only problem with gravel - I like cats, but there is a very large population of them [about five or six of them patrol out front] and although they weren't keen on gravel it beat block paving and concrete for taking a dump on. Deterrents were not effective.