We spend a lot of time in the potting shed, not only do we have our lunch and tea breaks there we do all our propagating, log new plants, pot on and prick out, we make plans, entertain special visitors, study seed lists, have wild parties (good job the bosses don’t read this blog), consult our books and have the occasional boogie. It is the hub. Over the past few years we have attempted, with a little help from our friends, to make it a little more homely than the average tool store. First came the much admired flowery sofa. Now we have a persian carpet to match. Like the sofa it was donated by one of our sponsors, Damage Hue, and its only misdemenour is that it has a side plate size hole on one edge which is now hidden under the aforementioned sofa. We have decided not to worry too much about getting mud on it as it is inevitable, but I have been making a vague attempt to get the worst of the muck off my boots before I walk on it. Whether this carpet proves to be magic, it remains to be seen, although I doubt they would have donated it if it was. On cold winters days and wet summer ones, when we try to remember what it was like to be sunny and to complain that “it’s too hot” this would, however, be a handy attribute.