December is a struggle. The alarm goes off at about 7am, (I know, that’s not early…) and my eyes immediately register that it is black outside and therefore surely still the middle of the night. If I really have to get up, I can. But it feels all wrong – the glowing clock’s mindless insistence […]
So as you know by now if you watched the GOTD programme, I came second to Katherine, who blew me away on the grafting and extended her lead on the tropical crops. Despite Joe naming me ‘Queen of the Borders’ I couldn’t catch up with her on the final challenge. Congratulations have been flowing in […]
It happens every day. There will be a moment when I need to lay my hands on my debit card, mobile phone or car keys. Or my secateurs, or grafting knife, or my favourite jacket, or a garden fork I used yesterday. And everytime the sense of relief when I find them is palpable, each […]
It’s only the 6th December and we’ve already had 7 nights of sub zero temperatures so far here in Cheshire. The greenhouse is holding up with the help of a valiant little fan heater, but the polytunnels have frozen over twice. One model of climate change predicts that the Gulf Stream will slow down, bringing […]
In Jon McGregor’s beautiful little book ‘If no-one speaks of remarkable things’, he describes a pause in the middle of the night between the end of one day and the beginning of the new. A moment after the last club closes and before the milkman steps out. When the late night minicab driver has gone […]