I am often amazed how productive some journalists are in creating and publishing works. Perhaps I should invest in a dictaphone, useable in a car. Someone please tell me that they exist! So I could merrily convert driving thoughts post-garden visits into content. Old fashioned, I still pen out words after the flurry of the day.
Yesterday I visited Radcott House, ten years on since my last visit. Neither lovely owners nor I could believe the time lapse, yet the growth of beech and yew hedges was unbelievably confirmatory.
