I was beetling off through some very narrow, hair raising, but pretty country lanes the other day. I was actually on my way to a big plant nursery that advertises in trade papers and as my gardening help had suggested a couple of new plants to fill in gaps, this seemed the ideal opportunity to see and get. Anyway, of I go, bombing along on the crest of sunshine and a break in the showers. Passing several village houses, some much bigger than other day, I was happily meandering past a huge group. They suddenly had had enough! Suddenly, wooh I needed to ease up incredibly busily. The obstruction was caused by the local thatcher – yes a real live live woman master thatcher. Just seeing a thatcher is a miracle these days but to see a woman was unbelievable. The thatched cottage she worked on was a real beauty too – lots of gables and just fabulous.