after work

Late afternoon. Hot. Docks loll their leafy tongues at us, and the cow parsley froths about like a thousand cappucinos. A couple with a dog are doing handstands. Minnie interferes with the privacy of a young people on a bench. But no-one can resist her.

dig this

On Sunday Minnie is flirtatious. In the walled garden she sits pertly on a volunteer's lap while we assorted old hippies and lefties raise a gazebo for the Open Day. The woman doing the organising tells me she thinks gardens are for plants not people. She is very friendly.