It has been said, mainly by myself, that I don’t like cotoneasters. This is not altogether true. Perhaps an exaggeration for the purposes of drama. In fact I quite like this one, and many of its ilk have engendered a smile of approval. What I do dislike are dusty, industrial hedge-trimmer massacred, generally neglected, supermarket car park Cotoneaster horizontalis. This one however is just fine. Not quite, but almost love.