Anna Pavord: 'How do gardeners deal with August - the month of messiness?'

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I hate August. Or rather, I hate August in the garden. I think it's because for so long I was somewhere else and didn't have to face it. When I was a child, we spent the whole summer in what would now be called a "shepherd's hut", in a cornfield that ran up to the edge of a cliff in Pembrokeshire. We called it a roadman's van. It had bunks at either end and a wooden ladder up to the door. My mother adored it and so did my brother and I. It was just slightly more secure than a tent, but equally liberating.












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