Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Bird Watching
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Tales from the Rubble Bank
The rubble bank is exactly that: a peculiar, linear, broken brick and excavated, relocated dirt mound at the top of our garden.
A Rainy Intermission
In the pursuit of pretty, there are two kinds of gardener who wilfully apportion several weekend evening hours to hosing down their lawn, in a heavy storm, on the darker side of dusk.
Sunflowers and Squirrels
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
Corner to Corner
The garden as we first viewed it, in the estate agent’s particulars, had two obvious and immediate selling points: its wide open size and its impressive woodland backdrop.
Writing a Rock Garden
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.
