We don’t have a garden on the scale of Monty Don or even Diarmuid Gavin’s more modest spread in County Wicklow. We have a back yard. I am, nonetheless, tempted to reChristian my wife Monty Clinton or Connie Gavin. Because she has turned our little space into a magical place. I’m a cold creature, largely … Continue reading Monty Gavin (that’s Connie) has given us a beautiful garden. But what is that thing in the corner?