...AND A FAIRLY MAJOR OBSESSION OF MR L&F’S.
It’s a famously long drawn out process to grow – and especially so if, like me, you manage to burn, mow and then dig up your lovingly laid out bed over the first three years of its’ existence. Three times he came back grey faced from the London commute to find me trying to hide the devastation I had wrought. He began to think I was doing it on purpose – I really, really wasn’t. So this year I’m trying again, and I mean business. I have planted rows of donated crowns in compost-lined trenches in a raised bed, and have done everything bar electrifying the edges, to make sure no-one messes with it. Watch this space …. I am!
