London, you are glorious. You are also brutal, bogus, ruined and you smell. For the past few days, in the shadow of Saturday’s attacks, I’ve been trying to see Britain’s capital as others might. It’s a mystery. Why are we all here?
Read MoreDear famous gardening writers: please shut up. Of course you mean well. We, your tentative, inexperienced readers, shy of hosepipe and clumsy of secateur, appreciate your attempts to make our lives more beautiful. We share your fantasies of roses, zinnia, clematis; of bowers laden with grapes and pomegranates, or cool spaces for entertaining, with creative seating solutions and solar lighting.
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