We didn’t need another shop selling chintzy piggybanks and birthday cards

There’s a new garden centre not very far from here – there are in fact a lot of garden centres around here, but I’m never averse to trying out a new one. And I need to replace most of my herb bed, because after being covered in hard-packed snow for three months for the second year in a row, only the mint has really survived well. Let’s face it, mint will still be here (along with cockroaches) after the apocalypse. So, we went… and found a gift shop, cafe, delicatessen kind of shop, where if you really persevered and walked through all the trash to the back, there were actually some plants. Quite nice plants as well, but they weren’t exactly well signposted.

Why call it a garden centre, then?

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