In Varanassi we stayed in an hotel where the gardener was very proud of his plants, rightly so the blooms of the dahlias were amazing, what I liked even more was finding his potting shed in amongst the shrubbery, where he was also drying seed.
With no common language, I managed to communicate how lovely "his" garden was.
Just something a little different from the archives, as my camera is currently somewhere between Paddington & Pimlico! (is that the name of an old film?!)
I have no idea what I will dig out tomorrow...........