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At last he has been revealed.  Cedric, the Seed King is now standing at the gate to the forest in all his glory. Cedric (pronounced seed-rick), the Seed King, symbolises the...

After all the hard work of the winter and spring our first Open Garden weekend is rapidly approaching. On Saturday morning at 11am we throw open the gates and hold back the crowds...

This morning we took delivery of our latest pair of pigs, just in time for our NGS Open Day on 14th / 15th May (hint, hint). Like the last two we...

Sue’s surprise birthday present to me this year was a weekend course to build a coracle. Run by our pond-building pal Mick Petts and based at the home of another friend...

Some people have more imagination than others.  What I saw as a large bit of timber which might make a seat, Sue saw a crocodile! It all stems back to when...

Every year ‘The Beast”, otherwise known as the laurel hedge, strikes fear and trepidation into us as we try to work out how to get to the tops and sides for...

A Happy New Year to all our followers and other readers. Most people will only have seen our stream in the summer, when it can be just a mere trickle.  However...

Yesterday’s blog on the phantom tulip snatcher had a photo of what might or might not have been the badger returning to the Bears Cave.  It was so indistinct that even...

It seems that as fast as Sue plants her thousands of tulip bulbs, something comes along at night and digs them up.  She’s tried: —  putting paprika on them before planting...

And the following day the weather entry in the garden diary reads: “Much brighter today.  Woke to a garden sprinkled in snow’ We’ll certainly be glad that the woodsheds are full...