As my friend Steven and I walked along Warren Street to London’s cheapest pub (we are so classy) we passed the building on Warren Street that I’ve featured several times on this blog – and in the previous post, actually.
Steven exclaimed: ‘That’s the house you’ve featured on your blog!’ (glad to see he’s been paying attention). He dragged me down the cobbled street at the side of the building to look at the mews that it leads on to, and we found yet more great planting.
Someone around here has seriously green fingers, and they’ve well and truly understood that less is most definitely NOT more when it comes to pots outside houses. You need big pots, and lots of them, Great Dixter-style. A few bitty ones just don’t cut the mustard.
I love the little bird box, too.