I was in the botanical gardens in town when I saw an elderly lady, kierie in hand, slowly moving down a shrub-lined footpath. She was tall, elegant, with ice-white hair swept up in a loose bun, cutting a picture of dignified poise.
But suddenly the snowy bun disappeared from view. Then I noticed what she was doing – pulling a fast one like you’ve never seen. She was stooping to break off a shoot from one of the shrubs and
