My gardening hero... Here I am with my Granda, knee deep in spuds. Without knowing it he was one of the biggest influencers in my life. I spent every weekend I could at my grandparents either outside in the garden or in the greenhouses. There wasn't a patch of grass to be seen in his garden, every space was filled with either a flower or a vegetable. The night before he died I remember he had just come in from digging spuds in the garden and we sat down looking at an aerial shot of the garden, talking about what was growing and how it's changed over the years. Now I tend the garden he owned, watching the roses he planted flowers every year and the trees lose their leaves and show off new ones in the Spring. So after all these years Granda is still with me in the garden.