Growing memories

The first garden I had as a child featured a row of brambles along the back fence. They were the earliest plants I remember and I loved their blackberries – my mum made a mean blackberry and apple pie, although at the time, I was convinced it would be better without the apple and just full of berries! Then we moved, and I was devastated to discover the new garden was bramble-free. But what it did have was a very old climbing rose, planted up against a neglected garage, which burst into an array ...