‘Bonfires spring up in my wake,’ says Jason Goodwin. ‘Brambles part before me like the Red Sea.’
People talk about enjoying their gardens in the clement seasons: spring’s awakening, as catkins appear on the twigs and bulbs push up through the grass; the summery sound of mallet on wood, gentle argument from the lawn and swallows on the wing; dahlias and lazy bees, turning leaves and autumn twilights. Winter, however, gets a hard rap.
For every day that brings frost on…
