Tearing along the path on my two-wheeled scooter, I would hit the occasional bump. On doing so, the scooter and I would leap into the air. Each time I landed, I would look back to my daughter Izzy, who was a short distance behind, throw my fist into the air and shout “Oh yeah!”
For a kid, a new bike is a rite of passage. That’s my belief anyway.
I would never have imagined that wild garlic would make for a particularly photogenic plant. What I present to you here, however, is a carpet of wild flowers in a nearby wood, all of them garlic. I took this photo one afternoon last week while on a nature walk with Izzy, my youngest daughter. I
As we’re rapidly hurtling towards May I thought it was time to give you an update on our gardening exploits. There is good news: things are beginning to grow.
During the Easter holidays, I found myself in a slightly embarrassing position. I was at the Lawn Tennis Association’s headquarters in London with Helen, my eldest daughter.
