A gardener's best friend. Well rotted horse dung - whether it comes from a plough horse or a Gold Cup winner matters not a jot, will turn the vegetables on your allotment into Olympic athletes. I have a sizeable pile of it awaiting application, delivered by Eddie whose dearly beloved has two ponies producing on a regular basis. The well rotted manure has been judiciously placed at the highest point of my allotment to allow for gravity fed leaching into the soil...

I arrived at the garden centre this morning and decided to take a wander around the outside plant area, to take in some of the early spring colour.  I walked past a trolley full of gardening tools and was surprised to see that it also contained a biscuit tin. Exciting news as no-one likes a biscuit more than me. The tin, however, contained meal worm, at which I draw the line no matter how hungry I am. I called over to Tess who was already hard at work and who...