Tag Archives: Cotoneaster

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, supermarketContinue reading “Cotoneaster Almost Love”