My marvellous Kent Claret vine ... I bought it from Victoriana Nursery to keep my ever-faithful calendulas company. Friend Wendy recommends the grapes for grape jelly.

Happy harvesting … my Great Auntie Bee's watercolour of farming life as it used to be, painted in 1950.

The creative mind in action … Coppicing days, Pheasants Coppice, Bishopsbourne.

History …In the garden of Serre de la Madonne, Menton. Seems I wasn’t the only admirer.

Happy birthday! ... My 50th Birthday Party 9th September 2010 at Jenny's, also with Hilda, Becca, Vittorio, Robin and Yvonne and Bianca - Caprese Michelangelo, Toscana. A very special day.

Birthday girl ... Mrs G picking flowers on the morning of her 80th Birthday, a few seconds before she realised that I had arrived.

Here's Roberto's tribute to an apparent end to at least some of the old happy dog days for our four-footed friends on one of Britain's fine beaches.

Sea Dogs

30th April 2017

Beneath the mountaineering flowers,
By chalky cliffs, for final hours,
Every sea dog’s out today,
Before the beach ban starts in May.

I wonder do old sea dogs know,
From extra pats, or longer throws,
That something strange is in the air,
Do you think they know, or care,

About the council dog days rule,
As they splash in rocky pools,
And when with sandy paws they run,
After balls, and just for fun.

Owners only own this sorrow,
Of dogless beaches, from tomorrow,
As like magicians from their sleeves,
Their dogs unwind on miles of leads.

And when October comes around,
They’ll race across the briny ground,
Like sideways kites on leads extended,
Old dogs will sense the unmissed ended,

And feel the sand in every paw,
Beached again, on sandy shores


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