Huge thanks go to everyone who helped us raise £175 for Muscular Dystrophy UK over the Christmas period by buying wreaths and decorations from us. It was a great success and we're going to repeat it every year. 26 wreaths instead of 26 miles - it's our marathon! Thanks everyone and hope you all had an amazing Christmas and New Year!
Our back courtyard is a real bonus at our cottage in Deal - but it's also a waste of space as it stands now. It faces south west and should therefore be a perfect suntrap, but becaue it's in the basement, it never quite makes the most of itself. There isn't exactly any soil here - two tiny borders - but there is a wealth of opportunity for vertical planting and planting of interesting things that venture into the non hardy world. I have lots of ideas (as do the rest of the fa
Ok, I made up the word floriage. It's kind of a cross between flower and foliage, and for me it means an enchanted place filled with the intoxicating scent and colour of all things floricious (well, I may as well carry on making up words). I grew up in Kent, on the coast on a farm in Kingsgate, where the fields stretched down to the white cliffs above the North Sea. It's all built on now, but to me it remains a wonderful childhood image in my mind's eye, of never-ending summe
I've been rather tied up for the last 4 years volunteering full time at a local charity (and I mean full time - 7 days a week, all day and half the night) and consequently have totally neglected my own garden. Not clipped the box hedges. Not pruned the fruit trees. Not weeded. Nothing. Romantically, through my rose-tinted specs, I like to think of my garden as at the point just after when Sleeping Beauty pricks her finger and the castle grounds become swamped in thorns and br