Allendale, Northumberland: Honey-scented and fleeting, and with astonishing colours, this winter flower transports me to my childhood Many of the plants in my garden hold memories, collapsing time as vividly as Proust’s madeleine. The smell of a Cheddar pink is me in my parents’ garden, lying on sun-warm grass at the edge of a border. The bitter almond of viburnum is midwinter days in the first garden...

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