A little while ago, a friend of mine told me the story of when she was living in London, every morning on the way to work she would run her hand through the front garden hedge of a house on her street and the most incredible scent of rosemary would stay with her all morning. I remember thinking – a hedge from rosemary – what a brilliant idea. In our garden, as we we needed something to either plant or build as a sort of ‘fence’ above our metre high sleeper wall – this was the perfect opportunity to create such a hedge. We’re not quite at the hedge stage yet, but what seems like only months ago we planted tiny rosemary seedlings and they have already grown into sizable shrubs. It is not going to be long until I can run my hand through our hedge and dream of roast lamb with golden rosemary potatoes. Mmm.