Concrete facts

A paved front garden is no obstacle to planting here - every single plant is in a pot. Even the box hedge (if you're looking that closely). Just imagine how London could look...

And then some...

This infinity edge belongs to a pool called the Lap Pool, at a garden in Bonnieux. Beautiful, non?

Infinity and beyond

Usually reserved for dramatic, fall-away landscapes, this pool in the flat garden of Pavillon de Galon in Provence is turning infinity edge on its head....

All about the bunting...

Rage against the mower

Undeniably certain places befit only the finest of lawns: Lords, Wimbledon, and the bowling green. But in our own back gardens when did maintaining a patch of grass become quite so complicated, and frankly, competetive? Why is the goal to achieve something sterilised and static, when the path of least resistance produces a far richer canvas for wildlife? To my mind, a meadow of long grasses and wildflowers wins hands down. City lawns are fertilised up to the hilt, promoting vigour in the grass at the expense of the poorer-soil-loving wildflowers. To drop this regime for even a year would give a chance to those seeds hibernating beneath. I say chuck the lawn feed, kick off your shoes, and chill with the bees in the long, long grass.

Reduce, re-use, recycle

Why buy new when you can go retro? Not to obsess, but Bridport's Saturday market is on the money for everything to dress your garden...

Bridport, Dorset

Getcherself down Bridport market to a guy called Mike, selling the bench above, and then these painted Bavarian beer festival tables and benches. The best part is that they fold completely flat and cost £200 a set. No lederhosen required...

Loving the hollyhocks...

And some good old fashioned faith that a pot weighing less than a human might still be there in the morning...