My parents love to garden; their parents loved to garden. I sadly do not. Although I love a summer garden I have never caught the bug. As a child I came to dread excursions to garden centres, not that they were called that; they were plant nurseries. Rather boring, specialist places, they seldom could hold this child’s attention long enough. Alpines, annuals, hardys, aquatic, marginal or bog it made no difference to me.

Of course it is the way of things that I find now that specialist nurseries are interesting and cherishable. Penlan Perennials Nursery at Penrhiw Pal, near Newcastle Emlyn, is my favourite in Ceredigion, and well worth a visit.

Although I remain a reluctant gardener I do like to photograph a well made garden. And, after nearly 40 years of work, is my my parents’ Aberporth garden in its late Summer glory.