It wasn't my garden, of course. I didn't own it, I didn't pay for it - at least not with money. And when I left The Priory, my responsibility for the garden ended. I stopped being its gardener in August 2018 but my love for the place didn't end then, nor my fascination. It's been … Continue reading You Would Cry, Dave
We had to get away. There was only so long we could bear living in our squalid new house. However excited we were at finally moving to Gloucestershire and living on the canal, our new home was undeniably squalid. Moving-in day last August was all sorts of emotional. We unlocked the front door to our … Continue reading A Postcard From Marseille
Of all England's mammals, there is one - more than any other - that I have always wanted to see in the wild. Only one animal which, since I saw that film and read that book as a boy, I'm aware of, subconsciously at least, as I walk alongside streams and rivers and shoreline. When … Continue reading An Otter In Stroud
So that's that then. The end. Ten years after starting work at The Priory - almost to the day - I'm leaving. I've spent about a fifth of my life here: a sobering realisation as I hurtle through time with no brakes. If this summer has been too fiercely hot and dry for Sussex gardening, … Continue reading At Last, The Priory
I will be leaving Sussex and The Priory very soon. And if I'm excited about my future life in a different part of England, my lower lip trembles sometimes at the thought of leaving this garden; a garden in which I've spent hundreds and hundreds of my days. (By a rough calculation, more than 1500). … Continue reading The Priory In June
We're going to have one fat mouse.
A couple of weeks ago, after months of squelch, The Priory meadow was dry enough to support the weight of the Etesia ride-on mower ... as well as my added bulk sitting on top. Had I tried to use it before the ground was firm, the Etesia would have carved up the grass like a … Continue reading Fritillaria Meleagris – The Snake’s Head Fritillary