Unfortunately I had another blow today – My oldest cat, a lovable fifteen year old Siamese had become very thin and incontinent, so he had to be put down this afternoon.

The adorable boy had a really good life here in the garden and I will miss his rasping Siamese meow – very different to all my other cats. He was buried under a large Trachycarpus with snowdrops planted on top, not far from my studio window along with nine other cats buried over the last twenty nine years. I am not without cats though – I still have four naughty rascals!