I pass this verge a couple of times a week when I head up to St Andrew’s park to walk the dog. It is one of the many scraps of land around the neighbourhood that doesn’t appear to belong to anyone and yet, as the presence of the daffodils and the lovely Euphorbia robbiae suggest, is clearly tended by someone. I am guessing that it’s the owners of the garage/studio space opposite who have spent time on this little plot, and every time we trot past I am grateful to them for their dedication. Not only have they been very clever with their choice of plants, all of which are tough as old boots and happy to be left to fend for themselves, but they have also created a charming slice of countryside in the middle of the city. Of course there are weeds, and as you can see from the wider shot below, there is the ever-present graffiti, but none of this diminishes its beauty in my eyes.

I wish municipal planting schemes were more like this and less reliant on endless bedding plants.