Long Mizzle Garden

 Hello m' whistling kettles, It has been many years since I've been down to the precise point where Restronguet Creek becomes the seaward Carrick Roads. The thatched roofed pub and its jetty are still there, busy with beer, ice cream and tourists. The swans are still there on the shaley beach, nipping at the fresh water outlet, gurgling it down by extending their necks. The million pound houses are still there, in prime position. Their boundary signs seem to have got somewhat angrier : 'Private land', 'Do Not Enter', 'Closed Circuit Television in Operation'.. but further along the path... is something altogether more interesting than the ostentatious lawns and oversized cars...   A little more off the beaten track... Hidden behind a wild hedge, wooded and steeply tumbling down to the creek.. glimpses of a wonderful barge boat garden.  Thank goodness for signs of good old fashioned bohemian living -   Even the garden gate sign seems nicer somehow - 'O...

 Hello m' golden Zeuses, A brief insight into the day in a life of an olmypic gardener...  1) I promise to Zeus that I have trained for the past ten months by doing as much tea drinking, seed planting and weeding as possible.  2) My fellow budding athletes and I paint our nails gold, silver and bronze, only to have them promptly destroyed by further outdoor sportsmanship (mostly trampolining and dirt digging). 3) A succulent shrine is constructed as an offering to Zeus. (The creature is a nod to Athena's mechanical owl, in the 1981 film Clash of the Titans) 4) Poseidon, annoyed at all the attention Zeus is getting with the Games, angrily brandishes his trident. Together they battle out in the bay, where sea meets sky, thus creating Storm Evert. Despite my frantic attempts to stake the sunflowers in torrential rain, one sunflower is defeated in the 70 miles per hour howling winds. Two ancient urns take a tumble, but recover.  5) We hear a rumour that Poseidon is resid...