The world seems to have gone bananas with Royal wedding mania… and I’m loving it. Please can we keep the bunting up all summer?
Equally bananas was this private garden I saw in Clapham last night, owned by a garden designer. Riveted, I couldn’t resist a peek - courtesy of the National Gardens Scheme. It is always intriguing to see what designers do with their own patch – if anything at all – and last night’s was, well, baffling. The gold window frames gave a clue to the garden’s resistance to convention; beyond the house, all manner of madness was thriving. Apart from one thin path and a very crazy greenhouse, the entire garden was cultivated with tulips…
