Rosemary is a herb that grows frantically. Or at least it does in the borders at Falcon Cottage. Pruning was needed. With secateurs in hand I took to the job with perhaps a little more fervour than was required. Even the garden Robin came to stand agape at how much space was now available to the Lupins.
As I clipped away I uncovered more than just the wall. Under the Rosemary bush happened to be someone’s home.
Letter From Norfolk 