The Barberry was hoisted up with a crane but it was not happy and didn’t like to be moved and although we did replant it, we shall see if it has decided to stay.

However, the Little Braveheart went with the flow - not like he had much choice but he knew I would not lie and he waited for his turn to be planted again.



Well, here he is planted, but not too happy that he was stuck in the midst of old bricks, dying plants and piles of weeds.  We needed to fix that.

Better, and  happier, but it was hot… really hot, mid-summer and too hot to transplant any plants.

He would have to be patient, my little Braveheart.

Now we  need some sort of bed.....