I was mooching about in grandad's garden one morning this week, after a brief rain shower, and it dawned on me that I haven't taken any photos in his garden all year. All year! A shocking state of affairs which I needed to put right straight away. There's something magical about being in a garden where everything is blooming after a rain shower isn't there? You know the plants have much needed water, maybe it's picking up on their happiness. Can plants be happy? Do you buy into the whole 'talking to plants' and 'playing them music' thing?

I never used to, but now, well let's just say I'm a little more open-minded.