Peckerwood Garden, just outside Houston, is a garden fuelled by passion. John Fairey, a former professor of architecture, put the first plant in the ground in 1971 and still lives and gardens here today, albeit with considerable help now the garden has grown to some 40 acres. Continue reading
I’m certainly no expert on Norfolk, but having spent four days there over the Easter weekend, it’s amazing how much I’ve taken away. Just a few short days, yet I now feel a real connection to the place. Continue reading
What images spring to mind when you think of Texas? Perhaps dry, cracked soils, a few scrubby, grey-leaved shrubs and the odd towering cactus? Continue reading
And so to our final walk of the trip. Through the Kogelberg Biosphere Reserve and Kogelberg mountains to the Harold Porter National Botanical Garden. Continue reading
Sadly, for me at least, I’ve just two final places in South Africa to share with you. Until such time as I manage to get back out there again, of course! Continue reading
‘We had to call in the chicken consultant’, roared Constance. ‘You know, if you’ve got a problem with your business you call in a business consultant; well we had problems with our chickens. They stopped laying’, she boomed. ‘You see these salad leaves dangling from the beams? That’s our chicken gym. Now the chickens have to jump for their food, they lay every day’, she bellowed, with a beaming smile. Continue reading
If you are anything like me, you might at this point be sitting, brow furrowed, wondering how on earth you pronounce ‘Vergelegen’. It’s almost impossible to even have a go at it. And after hearing the word many, many times, I still had to just cheat and watch a youtube clip to be reminded. It’s something like, ‘Fair-ke-lear-ken’. Obvious, really. Continue reading
There are times when gardens are gardens and nature is nature. And there are times when the boundaries blur. When they do I’m often at my most content in life. Continue reading
I think this daffodil sums up English winters for me: Continue reading
You wouldn’t call me a big city-person. I do like to see cities–admire their architecture, take in a bit of their culture and absorb a sense of them–but frankly, the faster I can do this and get out into greener pastures, the better. Continue reading
