Sometimes we go on walking tours with Bob. Not that Bob. Another Bob.

The Darling Buds of May at Laurel Cottage

The man is the book; the book is the man. This incontestable truth, which I often repeat to myself, I claim to be as true of gardens as it is of authors and their books. As a man is, so is his garden. He is a reflection of it. And it of him. For this…

Lily of the Valley

When Estelle (a mindfulness teacher friend of Bobby’s) gave Bobby that single stem of Lily of the Valley, she could never have imagined what memories she would unlock from his far off young days.

Are You An Explorer?

Explorer “Are you an Explorer?” the little girl asked. “I am” said Bobby. “And so are you.”

The Glory of the Garden

The Garden “Well, Bobby. This is our first weekend without football for months. We are off to Wembley next weekend, but today we had a committee meeting and a party in London. Both cancelled due to Covid. The weather is forecast to be glorious. Why don’t we go somewhere beautiful. Somewhere to lift our spirits….

78 Plus One – The Next Day

78 Plus One They woke in the Brick Lane Hub the day after his birthday (“78 plus one“), with the music of the Drifters still ringing in their ears. The Drifters “Under the Boardwalk”.

Daphne on Battlestone Hill

Daphne If you have ‘Smellovision’, you are in luck, for this is the most highly scented blog we have ever written.

Morning Glory

“There’s thirty one this morning, Bobby. That’s a record.” So said Diddley, who absolutely adored the flowers of Morning Glory. Not just for their transient beauty, but also their unusual lifestyle. Flowering profusely, if time and conditions were right, but dying by mid-afternoon. The new buds for the next day readying themselves for their glorious…

Fantasy and Illusion

As we left the busy A3 at the RHS Wisley junction, we immediately became aware of the volume of traffic heading into the gardens. The long patient queue of people at the entrance, including lots of young children, only added to the illusion that this was a good idea. A horticultural version of Brighton Beach…

Changing the Guard at Buckingham Palace

Changing the Guard at Buckingham Palace They’re changing the guard at Buckingham Palace. Bobby and Bertie didn’t take Alice. Whose Alice? Dunno

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