There are many stories in this garden. I arrived on a whim because the place refused to sell after my mother died. There were plans to sell it at auction, but I didn’t want that to happen as my mother loved it so much here. So I bought it myself. I dug many new beds, removed most of the non-cutting plants (and conifers) that were growing in the garden and moved my cut-flower business from Herefordshire on several lorries.
Back when I started growing, in Herefordshire, more than 20 years ago, I gave myself an acre to fill with mixed perennials; I planted foliage and added bulbs and annuals. I planned to concentrate on mail order, but soon events and weddings took over.
