I really, really hope that one day when I grow up, I’ll have a garden of my very own with a vegetable patch where I can grow my own produce.
It’s so satisfying being able to yield your own produce and cook with fresh ingredients straight from the garden.
One of my fondest childhood memories is of being in the garden, helping my dad to harvest what he’d planted.
Oh yes, I was a natural blonde. Butter wouldn’t melt . . .
Bus alas, I live in London, Zone 2 to be precise and I’d…
