SWARMS, FLEECES AND ALL-WEATHER HAIRCUTS

I like beekeepers. Just as well really, I am one, and married to one. And, despite the popular stereotype, we don’t all sport thirty-year old fleeces and have all-weather haircuts. I never intended to be a beekeeper. I certainly didn’t wake up one morning and think,...

LAWN STRIPES HAVE TO BE EARNED

              Last year I entered a lawn stripes competition. But before you get excited, I didn’t win. I guess that possibly kills the story right here, but there is more to life than winning a top-of-the-range, state-of-the-art...

FISH, SNAILS AND CRANBERRY SAUCE

Truth be told, I rather hoped the fish would die. I even stopped feeding them. Introduced to a small, round pond to bring an occasional splash of movement to a comparatively still parterre, I originally bought tiny minnows but they’re nervous creatures, rarely...