Forget love; gardening is a drug, says Jules, who finds there’s no better escape from the pressures of daily life than pottering amongst the pegonias, pooch at his side
Growing… your own drug?! Today is one of those days that I just adore. It’s just gone six am, the sun is already warm and it’s starting to fill the garden. Iolo and I are taking our morning tour of inspection; two sets of footprints trailing through the dew that mark our route as we catch up on what the weekend’s gardening has achieved.
