Conversation over breakfast

B. Have you read the travel section yet? Seems every week there’s more and more garden tours advertised – Gardens of Morocco, Gardens of Chile. They all sound so tempting.

G. Wouldn’t tempt me in a fit.

B. Why not?

G. Spending three weeks with an earnest bunch of elderly gardeners with wide-brimmed hats, sturdy boots, day packs on their backs, carrying a shower-proof jacket just in case.

B. Mmm.

G. And every day they’d all be vying with each other to loudly identify each plant and triumphantly produce its botanical name.

B. Mmmm.

G. And every night over dinner they’d drone on about the way the state government cuts down every tree in sight, and the way their local council allows developments with metres of poured concrete rather than garden space.

B. Sounds absolutely perfect.

G. What do you mean?

B. You’ve just convinced me we’d be a perfect fit for such a tour. I’m going to book us one right now. Which would you rather? Autumn Colours of Japan? Cottage Gardens of Kent and Cornwall? Baroque Gardens of Central Italy?

February 2020