I am originally from Somerset and grew up in a semi-rural area of Yeovil – ‘Yeovil Without’ as the council district was known. It was certainly ‘without’ something but despite this I have happy memories of being so close to the countryside – cows escaping from the adjoining farm field into our back garden and eating my father’s cabbages and our bantam hens roosting on our washing line – unfortunately one ended up as a meal for a fox!
My father was from Poplar, London and was regarded as a rather loud, slightly annoying but affable creature by the locals. Because he was a city lad, my father was especially proud that he had a gift in growing things. He loved his garden, his dahlias at the front and vegetables in the back. He loved animals as well – we always had a dog and a cat; and if he found an injured bird this was brought inside and put into a shoebox with wadding and fed milk carefully with the tip of his finger. Sadly, in most cases the poor creature did not recover.
As a small child I had various garden activities. I occupied myself with collecting caterpillars – I loved the orange and black ‘furry’ ones! – and catching grasshoppers… I wasn’t so keen on spiders but collecting cobwebs using a privet twig stripped of leaves and bent into a loop whiled away a few hours. With this background I learnt to care for and be aware of nature and to have a love of gardening.