Earlier in the week I was, for my sins, a panelist at a “Gardener’s Question Time” event in a local garden centre. I was joined by two others whose joint CV’s were extensive and involved phrases such as RHS examiner, lifetime in horticulture, university lecturer, supplier of vegetables to supermarkets, explorer and astronaut*. Luckily neither of them professed cartwheeling expertise so it was just as well that I could fill this gapping hole in the knowledge base. It was a bizarre event, one might say an out of body experience, but for all that not unpleasant. On the whole the audience were a jolly crew with an assortment of questions, some of which I even knew the answer to. Unfortunately none were queries concerning acrobatics of any sort, although I did have the subject covered. You will be pleased to know that I brought a little class to the proceedings by telling my knickers in the seaweed story. Not even the astronaut could trump that!