...except it is in a town.
I have written before about missing my beloved patch, but this week it really came back with a bang.
My friend and gardener who is looking after it while we are away sent through some snaps to show us how it is doing...
It is lush and full and verdant and floriferous and wonderful,
and I miss it - terribly.
Not that I am complaining because I am loving having an adventure instead.
But look how desperate those raised beds are for rows of lettuces and wigwams of mange touts.
I have to say, under Richard's care the grass is looking more lawn-like than it ever did for me. I have heard rumours of a strimmer...
I am hoping hoping hoping for an Indian Summer in Englandshire this year so I can have a little summer-garden fix when we go back for our holibobs.
In the words of the wonderful Alan Titchmarch: Whatever you do this weekend, enjoy your garden!