Got there in the end

For those of you who doubt that I am a proper grown up gardener, I must confess that once upon a time I actually did some training.  And it was in horticulture.  Of all things. Crazy I know.  And the esteemed hub of learning that had the pleasure of my patronage was none other than theContinue reading “Got there in the end”

An Over Active Imagination

Today I told Mr and Mrs du Maurier that it is now illegal to grow cotoneaster.  Not content with one little untruth, I went on to warn them that there were a newly formed arm of the secret service called the Cotoneaster Police.  These law enforcers arrive unannounced with chainsaws and flame throwers. It is feared thatContinue reading “An Over Active Imagination”