It was a simple and innocent moment Sarah witnessed as the bus pulled into the stop to drop off a young man, no more than twenty years of age, clutching a bunch of bright daffodils. She was about to t

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The media personality and head gardener for Crocus on better on-screen representation and the therapeutic benefits of gardening I grew up in a council flat in South London. The old lady downstairs let

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When Kamal Hussain moved into a mill-workers’ cottage in the village of Saltaire in Yorkshire, the tiny public-facing garden – by the towpath of the Leeds & Liverpool Canal – was little more than pavi

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found