Contrary to popular belief, it is possible to escape once I have got my horticultural claws into you. It may involve moving home but, I understand to be true, sometimes the means justifies the end.
Today I spent a special day at Marwood Hill Gardens with Mrs Fish and our mutual friend (and another of my gang) Mrs Bun. A leisurely lunch and an extended dawdle around this wonderful garden was followed by tea and cake until they were sweeping up beneath our feet.
The downside of insisting that your clients are lovely (with adorable pets and good coffee) is that when they leave it is especially wrenching. I am wrenched by your moving to the civilised south Mrs Fish.
Thank you, I will miss you. x