I had images of feathery white and blue nigella flowers with mounds of pale lambs ears and rippling grasses echoing the sea. For a gardener like me it is a dream landscape. It really was all about the sea garden. With a sort of slightly luxurious quirky boat-shaped home nestled amongst all the sexy foliage for me to perch on and take excellent photographs. It would be beyond Instagrammable and those folk with mortgages and adulty things like that would be heart-sore.

Seed saving is addictive. Not quite in the league of ‘sell your granny for a fix’ but fairly up there.

‘Any half-awake materialist well knows that which you hold, holds you’ Tom Robbins

One elderly local man rolled his eyes and whispered to me ‘ I wonder who bussed the kids in? What a circus, such a silly idea’, when I turned to him and explained that I had arranged it and that citizenship should never just be for the white and privileged he turned away. They had after all made posters and knew what the meeting was about, he hadn’t bothered.

We can’t let them tame us…it’s too late anyway

As we walk uphill I pick up some fool’s gold, embedded with mica, it shines and glitters and I think about how we spend much of our lives chasing ephemeral types of meaning.