Today didn’t pan out quite how expected and I only have myself to blame. Today I was due to travel to Marwood Hill Gardens to interview and photograph for an upcoming article in Devon Life magazine. Today I was to have wandered the gardens, free from the detritus of the public, to savour the beautyContinue reading “Moaning Minnie – Part Two”
The Great Photo Sorting Season is now open! When I say “open” I mean “I’ve been thinking about it without doing anything terribly constructive”. My first delve into the recent past is a stunning Iris ensata. This photo was taken on a July visit to Marwood Hill Gardens with my pal Deb. If you wishContinue reading “The Great Photo Sorting Season”
After my week’s respite from Sixing I am feeling energised and inspired. Not really. I thought that if I typed that it would become the truth, but no, it didn’t work. The week has been draining, but on the whole great fun. No doubt some of you will also have had to endure/enjoy above averageContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Right Place/Wrong Place”
Another favourite from yesterday’s visit to Marwood Hill Gardens is this bizarrely beautiful Kalanchoe beharensis, or the Elephant’s ear kalanchoe. How can you possibly go wrong with a plant/pachyderm hybrid?
You can strike up friendships in the strangest of places. Well I can anyway. A packed polytunnel at the both marvellous and cruelly irresistible Sampford Shrubs, was one such place. The person in question, who I befriended, or perhaps befriended me, was a visitor from Cornwall. I was on my way to Somerset. On reflectionContinue reading “Friendship”
Of course it was too good to be true. Last week was the intruder, the uninvited guest who agitated the party, whipping up the mob, charming us into believing we could have better. But we can’t. This is the south-west of the UK. It rains. It blows. We have residual webbed feet. I shouldContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Stormzy and Soggzy”
I should have. I didn’t. Je regrette tout.
Yesterday I attended, along with Hero and OH, the local Plant Heritage lecture day and lunch at Marwood Hill Gardens. I listened intently, notebook in hand, to talks on scented shrubs and later about botanising in Madagascar. I even remembered to pack my specs so I could actually see the slide show. I wandered aroundContinue reading “Inappropriate”
When visiting Marwood Hill Gardens the other day we, Max’s Dad and me, were greeted quite unexpectedly with “are you on the team building day?” We looked at each other, both of us wondering which answer we should give. Before committing myself I enquired “is there free cake?”. It appears that this gave the gameContinue reading “Team Building”
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 ofContinue reading “Wrenched”