Summer was full of flip-flop days; in between the odd shower or two, deckchairs were splayed out on our lawns, their occupants dozing to the lazy drone of drunken bees.
While working as an intern in our Learning and Participation department, Katey Workman discovers her ties to Stratford-upon-Avon run far deeper than she knew
As Midsummer draws near, Mistress Agnes at Mary Arden’s Farm takes a look at how the Tudor vegetable patch is faring and shares her recipes of the month.
By mid-March the gardens were blooming with daffodils. High winds blasted, twisting petals (and umbrellas) inside and out. Many flowering bulbs fell to the ground, only to bounce upright the following day – and all before the swallows appeared.