Tales from titchmarsh

“Breaking up is never easy, I know…” Good old Abba – always ready with an apposite lyric, though in this case I suppose it should be “Letting go is never easy” as I say farewell to the garden I have m

AND now the leaves suddenly lose strength… New ...

Plundering a local byway for a spot of festive foraging, John Lewis-Stempel finds all life proliferating in the multitudinous micro-habitat of the winter hedgerow

Whether winter-faded ferns, the spindly harvestman or the tyrannical stare of an irate chicken, through-lines from the prehistoric to our modern age are all around us in November, says John Lewis-Stempel

D oubled over and holding on for dear ...

There is a van in John Little’s garden. That information may not seem so surprising perhaps, until you learn that the van in question isn’t simply parked. It is semi-submerged, with greenery growing o