August is such a strange month in the garden: it’s got half a foot in Summer and half a foot in Autumn. Having had May, June and July where everything goes mad, there has been a definite slowing down. I always think of August as the...

I tend to get up very early; wash up, put the washing in, hang the washing out, clean the kitchen etc etc. At 05:30 I can do all this stuff when the world is still quiet and calm and feel that I can properly start...

There is definitely something medative ( if not a bit obsessive ) about my flower arranging ritual...

So basically I should be packing the car now, but I’ve got a bit of a pink thing going on at the moment...