It was the hottest day so far this summer. Of course it was. In a January that has seen as much rain as sun, Dixon’s Law made it inevitable that the day I chose to wander down the driveway, burdened with a handsaw, loppers, secateurs and a ladder, the temperature would drift into the very high 20s.
The avenue of trees – we call it, proudly, pretentiously, Lush Avenue
