A spot of Christmas shopping is not complete without a mosey around Bridge End Garden. Somehow it calls to me a little louder at this busy time of unsustainable excess. It could be my need for tradition, continuity and reflection as the year approaches its conclusion. Some understandably seek this in churches at Christmas, but for me it will always be found outdoors.   Robin song and solitude were ample reward for my minor detour. The grey of the season has made my eyes hunger for splashes of...

It's that time of year again; it's distinctly colder indoors than outdoors and (in a bid to dodge the showers) the washing on the line...

Friends old and new gathered in the sunshine in the Walled Garden today to mark 25 years since the establishment of our charity - The...