Fortunately my organisational skill are scarily good, or at least that’s what my friends tell me, but it doesn’t help that I am mildly dyslexic, so dates and times I can find confusing. The number of times I have arrived … Continue reading
Confronted with a Health and Safety video, told to take a torch, closed at short notice in ‘unfavourable conditions’, (and unsuitable for push-chairs, the elderly and the disabled), I was expecting something comparable to the Grand Canyon; but this is … Continue reading
What is an urban park for? Is it somewhere you go to escape the pressures of city living, or should it be an abomination of minority needs – all-weather pitches, athletics tracks and changing facilities, tennis courts, basket-ball courts, car … Continue reading
I would imagine that visiting gardens between the wars was much more of an adventure than it is today; no road signs, no gift shops, glossy brochures, plant sales, restaurants and cafes, no children’s play areas, farmers’ markets, no pay … Continue reading
I do like a good party, and my visit to Marrakech was nothing to do with gardens. Things got off to an inauspicious start – a flurry of rumours, and then the pilot announced that a bomb had gone off … Continue reading
The Western Cape, in November, when the fynbos is in flower is astonishing. There is a profusion and natural exuberance in this unpromising shrubby landscape that is unique – the giant silvery-pink proteas, the orange pin-cushion proteas, the magenta-coloured pelargoniums, … Continue reading