MILESTONES are like hailstones: their arrival comes as a surprise, but they melt away quickly. I’ve now lived in England twice as long as I lived in the land of my birth. I’m the wife of a man born in Wales, the mother of a son born in the Hammersmith Hospital and a British passport is nestled in my sock drawer. I think I sound as English as Dame Judi Dench, but I rarely meet a stranger who doesn’t ask ‘where are you from?’
First-time visitors to the garden look surprised when they see a row of wooden rocking chairs spread across the