No.82, Wednesday, 25th. February 2026
For the first time this year a gardener will be working in my garden, and I shall be very pleased to see her. The garden is more like a swamp, unsurprising given our weather over the last three months. Today is bright and sunny; a pale-blue muted brightness that seems right for a winter day at a time of the year when winter merges into spring.
I am hopeful of moving to a less expensive property sometime this year and it will almost certainly not have a garden, or at least not the front back and side garden I have now. I am simply unable to look after it. Until 2017 I did not have a garden – so most of my life. Having said that, the 10th. floor council flat I lived in for 22 years had a garden of sorts, on a 9-metre balcony that ran the full width of the flat. I was able to populate it with potted palms and a variety of small shrubs and flowers, both on the ground and in hanging baskets. And I was not alone – some council tenants had better ‘gardens’ than me!
It would appear that the drive to see nature close to us is strong in some people and, being from Devon, I suppose it was almost inevitable that me of all people would have a balcony garden. I could sit amongst the plants on a sunny day and admire the view over Westminster and Battersea.
If and when I move I might have a very small garden. Or a small paved backyard. Or perhaps just a balcony. But I shall be happy with that, so long as I can keep a few plants who themselves will keep me happy.

































