Chapter 85

Winter jasmine blooms brilliant yellow behind the glossy red stalks of a stand of dogwood. Snowdrops peek out at the base, promising a spring still several weeks away. But despite the earliness of the year, sunshine has thawed the frost and, armed with boots, gloves and woollens, the garden is a winter paradise.

Claudia, notebook in hand, has arrived with an arsenal of questions, obviously picking up from her previous conversation with my Master. The garden itself provides a cue.

“It’s a gorgeous house and the garden is beautiful. You must feel very… privileged… to live in such a lovely home.” She swallows hard, holding up her phone to demonstrate it is set to Record. “May I?”

My Master slants a look her way. “You may.”