My parents and grandparents were keen gardeners. When I was little we lived in a rental, with only an area in the back to play in, but we moved when I was about 4 to a house with a bigger garden (still mostly play space at first though!). My parents grew lots of fruit and vegetables, I don't think we were much help to them, a missed opportunity for me perhaps. I remember podding peas and moving manure piles! My grandparents lived a little way away, but we used to visit, either as a family, or as one or two kids at a time for a special time. Grandad had a vegetable plot at the bottom of the garden that was fenced off, and in between there and the house was a maze of crazy paving paths, fruit trees and flower beds, we used to scoot around there on various wheeled play-vehicles. I remember that they had a lovely Victoria plum tree near the house, and the coal bunker was almost hidden in a privet bush. Gran had purple hydrangea in the front garden, and lots of fuchsia - I loved the ballerina flowers! I think my grandparents must have had a lot of patience for us!
A graduate scientist turned automotive engineer, currently running a small shop and growing plants on Skye: turning a sheep field into a food forest.
