From a well-tended rose garden in the Sydney suburbs to a neglected plot in rural Galicia, Heath Savage puts her green fingers to the test.
Our home back in Australia was named Rose Cottage when it was built in 1879. A magnificent hedge of pink, climbing, roses fronted the house, and tumbled over a white gate trellis, that we built to showcase the marvellous blooms. It was my pride, and my joy. People would stop as they passed, to admire it, and sometimes to pluck a bud.