Cottage charm
“If it was my cottage,” I fantasised aloud, “I’d decamp here to grow herbs and heritage roses and fill the sheep field with daffodils.”
I have been a mad-keen gardener for more than half my life. When I was a journalism student, instead of going out on pub crawls I spent my Friday nights at home watching and tried to stretch my meagre student allowance to cover both instant pot noodles and potting
