Guerilla Gardeners of Sarf London, innit?

Lord and Lady Plott got rather fed up with driving past this: So we decided to do this: Location: STonecot Hill, B279 / A24 crossroads. Pictures on left looking towards Sutton. Pictures on right looking down Tudor Drive Our thanks … Continue reading

Too Much is Just Enough

It was Spring. The Plotts were up with the sun and about their morning routines. Philomena was writing, Ulysses was out on Morning Inspection.  Standing inside the lean-to, he looked down at his seed trays with a mixture of fond … Continue reading

Vegetable Kingdoms – Pt.1

Truth be told, it was the most enormous marrow,  both in length and girth.  Green it was, with stripes of deep and buttery yellow. Resting against it, a rosette of yellow silk enclosed the words ‘Country Champion’.  A large silver … Continue reading

Bertie’s First Sale

His face glowing with excitement, Bertie burst into Lord Ulysses Plott’s rickety old wooden greenhouse, ‘Uncle, uncle, I’ve sold my first story!’ Ulysses looked up from potting on some seedling jacarandas, ‘What’s that? Excellent news, I knew you-‘ ‘It’s totally … Continue reading

The Ruthless Writer

Ulysses Plott was off his food, his breakfast newspaper, off his – well, just about everything. “What’s up, dear?’ Lady Plott asked at lunchtime. ‘Oh, nothing,’ Lord Plott stared morosely out the window at the teeming rain. ‘Weather getting you … Continue reading

Getting Away from it All

It was the time of year when Ulysses liked to plan the Annual Expedition.  As a result, the dining room was redesignated as the Campaign Room, and holiday catalogues thumped down from the letterbox onto the doormat in a constant … Continue reading

Thr First bee of Spring

It was the most beautiful late-February afternoon.  The air was warm, the sky blue, the daffodil buds strained towards the sun so hard you could almost see them grow. Lord Plott heard the bee before he saw it, a low, … Continue reading

Lord and Lady Plott discover the future…

Lord Ulysses Pleasant Meriwether Plott stared down at the e-reader in his hand with bemused amazement, “Good Lord, whatever will they think of next!”  He dabbed at the touch-screen with a blunt forefinger, frowned, and handed it back to Lady … Continue reading