Mandy Sutter, Writer

November is an uninspiring time for gardeners. Days are indecently short, and the grunt work of weeding and digging isn’t balanced by the usual joy of planting.

The Lady of Shallot: a poem by Alfred Lord Table-Tennyson

A blog post from 2010 in memory of my Dad:  Dad rings one morning. ‘We need somewhere to keep our tools,’ he announces. ‘Stop ’em getting pinched. Somewhere for when it rains, so we can sit and watch all the other buggers get soaked.’ His robust view startles me but a quick search on the […]

Dad’s shed has a new roof. He would turn in his grave to think I’d paid someone £75 to work on a shed that only cost him £99 in the first place and which he erected alone, ignoring Mr MS’s nervous offers of help. Not that Dad is in his grave. He has just celebrated/endured […]

It’s often windy up here in Yorkshire, but one night the blustering in our attic bedroom gets so bad it’s impossible to sleep.