bout forty years ago, my first growing plot was an unimaginative rectangle of inner-city back garden. It had been neglected and was overrun with bindweed, dandelions and buddleia. That first summer of gardening, as I attempted to tame the weedy wilderness, was demoralising, but it was also wonderful. I quickly learnt that I am happiest when pottering in the garden, watching nature, experimenting with planting combinations and trying new methods of growing. When I’m not actively gardening or observing my garden, you’ll find me in front of a camera making videos about my garden, or at my desk, writing about gardening. Nowadays I live in a rural setting and I’m very pleased to
