....to some pictures and a little text in which we follow the activities of a barely competent gardener as he struggles to wrench back control of his patch from the forces of Mother Nature's feral twin sister.
Friday, 14 January 2011
I'm not a big fan of most sculpture that I see in the shops and garden centres. I do not have any resin angels or gnomes showing their arses or wall mounted plastic butterflies. But when we go on holiday we traditionally bring back a small thing to sit in the garden. I usually tuck these away under plants or in corners so they just peek out. Some of them are only visible in winter when things have been cut back. This is the case with Mr Fish, who I think came from Lekeitio in Northern Spain and who resides underneath a particularly leggy thyme in the herb garden.