Inheritances

I’m afraid to say I have been imagining myself as Margery Fish. I’ve been showing people around my beautiful space, confidently arm waving and spouting Latin plant names with gay abandon whilst couples in gaiters kiss over a thermos of tea and a cheese sandwich down...

We (haven’t) made a garden yet

So here it is. My very first post. The title is gloriously stolen from one of my all time favourite books ever; ‘We Made A Garden’ by Margery Fish. This wonderful slice of acid, written in 1956 is a tale of how she and her husband Walter moved from London during the...