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I saw Bob Dylan last summer, a sprightly
looking chap for his age. I didn’t meet him in person of course, no,
no, afraid not, but saw him in concert at Now I think Bob likes his garden, he
could be a gardening man, you know, that song of his, “Sad Eyed Lady
of the
You never know though, he might like the occasional blether about horticultural matters, mightn’t he? It’s not inconceivable. Now after picking up on Bob’s reference to geraniums I wondered whether anyone else waxed lyrical about the gardening side of things? (Didn’t Tina Turner sing about a Nut Bush? I’m sure she did). There’s a castle near here, you know, a sort of exclusive guest house concept for the rich and famous, the sort of establishment that Bob might frequent, short breaks away from the hurly-burly of busy life, celebrity weddings, that sort of thing. I can be out in the garden, you know, pottering about, a spot of weeding, taking cuttings, that sort of thing, when a low-flying helicopter ‘whizzes’ past en-route to the castle. Film stars, Rock stars, Presidents, Kings, they’ve all seen me. Well I think so anyway, and I always wave, make a point of it. Now once a year the castle is open to the public, just the estate grounds, in aid of charity, a summer fete to raise money for good causes, and so we set off after lunch - the whole family - for a pleasant afternoon of meandering amidst shrubberies and glasshouses. We always check out the new plantings too, to see which guests, if any, have planted a tree or a shrub to mark their visit. Now occasionally, just occasionally, mind, if the opportunity presents itself, I might have a furtive peer through one of the ground floor windows in the hope of catching sight of somebody famous. Never spotted anybody yet, of course, not really, although just possibly – there’s a slim chance - I may have seen that guy who used to advertise fish fingers on the television, ‘Captain Bird’s Eye’, that was his name, but I may be wrong. One year perhaps they’ll have Mick Jagger on teas (‘Brown sugar with your cuppa?’) or Bob ‘the stuff legends are made of’ Dylan in the glasshouse tending to the geraniums. Now that would be a summer fete with a difference, wouldn’t it? Anyway,
Bob Dylan or no Bob Dylan, it’s certainly a pleasant way to spend a
leisurely afternoon.
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Patrick and family live near Tain, and can often be found selling plants at Tain Market.
Author: Patrick Vicary (not the correct spelling of my name, I know, but the correct spelling on the book cover. There's a story behind this of course, but I'll not go in to it just now). Isbn: 186163 1480 Price: £7.95 Publisher: http://www.capallbann.co.uk The book can also be ordered on-line through Amazon.co.uk : goto page Book content: A book about perennial plants and how to make your garden productive in a variety of ways for both expert and gardening enthusiast alike, at minimum cost and in an innovative, exciting and self-financing way. Raised beds; out-door propagation; cuttings, seeds and division; organic; natural pest control; environmentally friendly; where to locate cheaper wood, plant labels, pots, compost, etc… And how to sell the plants you grow - should you wish - to raise money for yourself or a particular charity or cause… "Plants are expensive to buy whereas in reality there's no need for this….." (Opening line of chapter one) Patrick's contact address: aldieburnplants@aol.com Web Advert : Aldie Burn Nursery
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