We knew we wanted to do something with lush leaves and a tropical effect. We didn't think of color at first.

We loved him and we want to carry on making him proud of us.

You know I hate babies. He was family to us. It really felt like that.

It takes courage to rip things out, but you get that confidence after a while, after you know what could be, or should be. The main thing is that you want to improve the garden, build on successes and correct mistakes as much as you can.

Even a tropical storm I think would wreak havoc.

I think tripe is maligned. It's wonderful stuff, but everyone goes 'urgh.' You have to wash and then cook it, very gently braise it, for eight hours. It uplifts you but steadies you at the same time.