Sweet peas! The sudden warmth has meant they are going crazy. I’m picking bunches of sweet peas from the garden every day. They bring back memories of my brother’s wedding, I think Richmal’s aunty put two big bowls of sweet peas by the church door as people went in. I’ve not had very much time for the garden at all this summer (work, work, work) and I fear what it will look like when we return from America. We’ve been very fortunate that a friend has agreed to house-sit for us, but I don’t think he’s much of a gardener – maybe I’ll be proved wrong … are you reading this Rauri?!