No sooner back from General Synod – a complicated operation involving Brompton, car and 40 minute delay on the Forth Bridge – and it was straight into the planting of the Blogstead Gardens. I am still bruised from my encounter with the rotivator last weekend. So it was something of a relief to be laying out the lavender walk and thinking of my successors who will stroll there on sunlit mornings after saying the Office with their Chaplains. By the way, has any member of the clergy ever anywhere moved into a church house where the garden has been maintained? In our four previous houses, the gardens were all in a completely disastrous condition. Why?