I have written hundreds, if not thousands, of words about respecting gardens, enjoying the peace and tranquility of it all and really putting your feet up and relishing that holistic, natural experience of the great outdoors in your own personal space. Occasionally though that peace gets disrupted. The party I was at over the weekend certainly showed no great respect for anything, least of all a garden.
Once the dust had settled and the weary eyed began to stir to survey the carnage it was pretty clear this would be a monumental clean up effort, not least in the garden itself. Cans on the floor, food everywhere, turned over tables and chairs, general waste spread all over the grass and in the bushes, puddles of sick littered about. It was awful, nothing I’d recommend looking at, no matter how fun it all was the night before.