In true British fashion I am sometimes uncomfortable about undeserved praise. I love my garden and I agree that parts of it are beautiful, but… like any other garden it has a whole lot of corners the camera never sees. So here is the reality check. 
This bamboo outside the back door (note the weedy path) is my weather vane – I never water it. Below is what happens when it rains – though this is more rain than I have seen in all the 38 years we have lived here.
And here are the sweet peas I so proudly grew from seed, chewed to pieces and covered in mildew. 
And some ‘interesting’ though not very beautiful fungus on a hazel stump. 
This part of the veg plot has remained empty all summer. I missed sowing, or buying, any purple sprouting broccoli and failed to sow anything else. And here are a few dead plants.
And scorched patches. 
And here is the promised hedgehog, M-R – well at least you can sort of see his paw.
We’ll finish with a roller that hasn’t budged for… twenty years?
There, I am shriven of false pride. Pretty pictures next time, I promise!
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