At this time of year one’s thoughts turn to gardening. My brother mounts his ride-on mower, Rosemary and Ann attend to the gardens at Barmeath and I browse the horticultural section of my bookshelf.
This indispensable book was given to me 31 years ago, when my backyard was nothing like as attractive as it is now. Roddy is more than a gardener; there is a letter from the donor “ … his suave, confidential and charming manner with 58 year-old ladies has to be experienced to be believed”, but I digress, we must move on.
The annual front garden competition is in full swing in Barons Court and this year I invite you to judge. There are two categories: best wild flower meadow and best dustbin installation. Here is the short list.
Meanwhile it is good to see that London estate agents are still using every trick in the book.
What a truly emetic flyer from an industry that knows no shame.