Canine-human relations are decidedly strained at the moment. Not content with pulling up and eating multiple raspberry canes, a cranberry, umpteen blackberry plants and a whole apricot sapling, the hound has embarked upon a campaign designed to destroy our new long flowerbed before it is even planted. We are slowly accumulating the plants for said flowerbed here on the smallholding, ready to be put in the border all at once. It’s 45m long and the soil above the chalk is solid, awful clay and so we plan to dig a trench and plant them all at once. However, the wretched dog obsessively tracks down anything in a pot and so we are currently dealing with a ludicrous situation where we try desperately to find new places to store said plants in the garden where they’ll be out of her reach. Hiding places thus far include in an outdoor playpen, on top of a stock shelter in a paddock and on a bench. We’re running out of space!