As it turned out exact directions to Steve and Dawn Morgan’s house in Yelland were not necessary. There was nothing especially wrong with the other gardens in the neighbourhood, the usual mixed bag of tidy, not tidy, tidy but boring, tidy with promise, messy but interesting and then wham, did I just hop on the Malay Express?! Fragrant gingers and large-leaved paulownias screamed “this is not your usual North Devon front garden and wait until you see out the back, you are catching just a glimpse of the edge of my petticoat” or something like that anyway. As it was a Sunday morning and I was early (over eager after checking out their website http://www.devonsubtropicalgarden.co.uk) I decided to wait patiently until the allotted hour, it not being the done thing to catch your hosts in their onesies. I sat in the car practicing my deep breathing exercises trying to control the overwhelming urge to scale the gate and see what delights lay beyond. Luckily there was no need, which is just as well as these exercises have never worked in the past. I had been spotted and was invited in. Where do I begin? Hedychium on hedychium, colocasias with their sails of black, green and purple, passion flowers that remind you why their name is apt, brugmansias on steriods, the words alone are causing me to dribble (again). But the place that I kept returning to, the plants I stroked and lusted after more than any, were the bananas, more specifically the ensete, even more specifically Ensete ventricosum “Montbeliardii”, so beautiful I will even forgive it its unpronounceable name. My visit was an education, the Morgans were knowledgeable, generous and funny, I almost moved in. Actually, all you need to do is wrap me in a double layer of fleece and bring me the odd bacon butty and cup of tea and I will cuddle up with these fantastic plants all winter long.