I know our planet is in trouble and I know we all have to do our bit. But there are hopeful signs. Small, tiny, minute little signs. But hopeful nonetheless. Like many others we’re making our garden as friendly to animal and insect life as we can.**(This is a lie. Connie is making our garden … Continue reading Is it just me? Or are there more birds flying around our gardens than there used to be?
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?
I have no idea when I’ll ever hear live music again – though I think I vaguely heard someone practicing on a violin the other day. I know it was practising because it sounded just like a cat does if you stand on its tail. There seems very little prospect of gigs in the foreseeable … Continue reading I don’t think I’d manage to live anywhere that didn’t have a garden.