We were younger then,” says Jennie Marles, turning the pages of a photo album, revealing grainy shots of a complex of semi-industrial buildings – vast, asbestos-roofed sheds housing thousands of inten

“You can’t live here. There are no shops,” my friend Jen stated. We were sitting in the van belonging to the pub I lived in, the Golden Cross, Slough, waiting for my parents who had an interview for t

Whingeing about the appalling state of things has become the national pastime. And for good reason. A lot has gone wrong in living memory. Nothing works well – if it works at all. You pull a lever and

Following Adam Henson’s excellent article on British wool (November issue), I would like to mention that British wool is used in the compost I purchase from Cumbria. It is brilliant for tomatoes, grow

The founder of White House Farm Garden and Arboretum in Kent on his enduring love of woody plants and hopes for the future I grew up amid rolling farmland, surrounded by birds, flowers and trees, and

GH ’s Simon Swift considers what future generations might make of our decisions about what to keep and what to let go of