Some of you know and some of you probably suspect that I lead a double life, which occasionally leads me astray from the virtuous path of gardening and writing about my garden. Sometimes the temptation to indulge in my other passion becomes overwhelming, sometimes I’m seduced by others, but often I require no encouragement.Living on
Island life is essentially about being in harmony with the rhythm of the seasons, but it is the weather that really determines what we do and when, so I have adopted the Darwinian philosophy that survival depends on the ability to adapt to the environment. Consequently I have become a creature of routine and habit;
Winter a time of myth, magic and story telling and for those who live on the outer edges of Europe where the power of the old gods is still perceptable, it does no harm to respect the ancient traditions. Afterall winter is the time of the Cailleach Bhéara, the winter goddess who rules between Samhainn
Never apologize. Never explain. Just get the thing done, and let them howl – Agnes Macphail I confess that for the last 10 months my muse has been locked in the cupboard while I have been pre-occupied with other matters. I will not bore you with the details but you will discover what I have
