It’s typical Manchester weather, the kind that sneaks through open doorways and under large awnings and marquees. I’m huddled in an audience that comprises umbrellas on the flanks and drenched, steaming people in the centre. An...
Read MoreYou don’t expect saying “Hello” to cause so much trouble on Yorkshire Day but this year it did. Picture a burbling river and a set of stepping stones arcing from one bank to another before a weir. Myself and my...
Read MoreDig the City is Manchester’s urban gardening festival. In the past, ‘urban’ and ‘gardening’ were never uttered in the same breath because most green spaces in cities comprised unused city parks, the only flora and...
Read MoreChelsea Flower Show is over. Take a deep breath. Step away from social media. Allow your blood pressure to return to normal. Yes, the Benedict Cumberbatch piece with his Mum was so bad that millions of gardeners felt their arses...
Read MoreDigging is a four letter word. Don’t believe me? Do some. You will find it is exactly four letters wide, four letters deep and four letters back-breaking. Give someone an allotment and a spade and in four weekends’ time I...
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