|Chris Beardshaw and Furzey garden at Chelsea flower show|
|Huber'ts lorry stuck on top of Chris Beardshaw's building|
I enquired respectfully of the Reverent Tim and Chris if I might climb up the building and rescue Hubert the snail and the rest of the motley gang.
|A very worried snail at the Chelsea flower show|
The Furzey gardens folk could have not been more helpful. Cutting the remains of the tattered flying machine and Lorry down and putting them gently on the beautiful garden. Well let me tell you I was so ashamed of those terrors. Without even a thank you they all shot off into the new planting and refused to come out. Chris shouted after Hubert that if he found one hole in a hosta e would employ a gang of cut throat blackbird assassins to rout them from the garden.
Well for two days I heard banging of tiny hammers and furious digging.
Hubert met me by a little pond while collecting blossom in a cart and told me of their plans.
|Hubert takes a break|
It all sounded jolly good and he reassured me no hostas would be harmed because , as they were away from home, they would live on burger and chips.
Finally the tiny things pulled back some ferns to show us their little door and garden and a mighty fine home it was.
Well done all