Every garden has a story to tell. Starting this March (2026), I’m launching Out of the Ground to share the parts of the process that don’t always make it into a polished chapter. This is a space for the digging in—the literal mud on my boots, the hard work of turning the soil, and the honest mistakes made along the way. It’s for the growing—the big visions of wild meadows and quiet corners that keep us planting season after season. And most importantly, it’s for the sharing—those “Aha!” moments of passing on a shortcut or celebrating a small success.
Whether you are here to find a path to a greener thumb or just to see what’s currently pushing its way through the topsoil, I’m glad you’ve joined me. Let’s see what comes up next
Enjoy the blog
Time to be garden brave
The art of aggressive vegetation management is rarely about delicate snips; it is about having the backbone to tell a ...
Late to the cut
In the red corner, we have the "Gardeners' World" approach: a serene, linen-clad Monty Don whispering sweet nothings to a ...
The temptation of a special offer
There is a specific kind of madness that descends upon a gardener when they see the words "Special Offer." It’s ...
Pond-ering over a siphoning disaster
On Good Friday, the start of the Easter gardening weekend, I walked out into the garden to a scene of ...
First tidy up of the season
It’s the middle of March, and the relentless downpour of the very British weather has finally ceased and actually provided ...
The flamingo incident
My 'Flamingo' Willow is, quite frankly, a piece of horticultural flamboyance that has simply run out of the jazz. For ...