Mindful


The Church in the Farmyard

Wisley Church You know how we love Wisley Gardens. Like the other week, when we just came to the gardens for an al fresco Al-Anon meeting. Read a book. Americano. With milk and shortbread. And, last week, a flower show as well! Luvverly.


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…


Lighting a Candle for Diddley (and for Peter)

Lighting a Candle


Just Four Days

Bobby: “Bertie! Our revered Technical Director, Tim, has made an observation. As he cruises serenely along the waterways of England in his canal boat, ‘Sola Gratia‘ with Tracey and the doggies, he notices things.”


Trigger

Many of our stories are written straight off the cuff and are then refined. Changed a little. Sometimes, the final version is quite different to the original idea. On rare occasions, where a lot of emotion is involved, it seems best to just write it while the state of mind exists and just tidy up…


The Allotment

Bertie: “It’s too bleedin ‘ot!” Bobby: “I know, Bertie. It might help if you took that scarf off!” Bertie: “No way. I’d feel naked without it.” Bobby: “You would be!”


35 Years in 16 Seconds

35 Years


Far From the Madding Crowd – Times Two

Far From the Madding Crowd: Part 1. Wisley. Far From the Madding Crowd at Wisley Gardens. Book your online ticket early. The timed slots soon get filled up. Choose an early one to avoid car park bedlam. But don’t be deterred, later is OK if you are patient. Late afternoon is a lovely time to…


“May” – John Clare

John Clare John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebration of the English countryside and sorrows at its disruption. How familiar is that with the 21st Century? He died impoverished in a lunatic asylum and it was only…


Wisteria

There is something majestic about Wisteria. Each year, in May, these fantastic plants come into their own. There is no other plant quite like them. In Japan and China where they originate they have assumed mystical qualities and have been turned into quite incredible exhibitions of creativity.


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