A HEBRIDEAN HAVEN
he northern coast of Islay is wild and remote, edged by rocky shores scoured by the Atlantic and carpeted with heather. It’s not the sort of place where you expect to find a garden but, in the shadow of Rhuvaal lighthouse built in 1859, Suzanne Cobb has tamed the wilderness, coaxing flowers to grow despite salt-laden spindrift and ferocious storms. Around the former lighthouse keeper’s cottage, which Suzanne shares with husband Howard, the season begins when snowdrops, then daffodils, start to cover the ground. It gradually unfolds in waves of old-fashioned favourites, such as lupins
