Jonathan: found two visitors wandering around our garden as if it were a public park, and when I asked them what I could do for them, (you know, the way shop workers ask) they blithely ignored the question and pointed to a huge moth sun-bathing on the wooden strenthening of Greenhouse 1. Now, I have to agree it is was indeed a remarkable moth (see photo – probably a Hawk Moth) – perhaps as much as 100cm long (for once I didn’t have a 5m measuring tape in my boiler suit, or an engineers scale rule in my shirt pocket, so don’t huff and tut on account of my vagueness), but unfortunately this moth proved to be the springboard for a great number of tales about their travel experiences and world views, which went into overdrive when I happened mention (oh fool that I am!) that we’d moved to Uist from Minsterley in Shropshire: apparently they lived just a few miles further up the Hope Valley. Anyway when I eventually got them to understand that I really ought to get back to my work and if there was anything they wanted …?, the man said, what we actually came in for was for any pot-grown herbs you have, to take back to Shropshire. We don’t have any, we don’t offer such things. They are not on the notice board of things for sale. He suggested what a good idea it would be if we did: my suggestion to the contrary, that experience had taught us it was a waste of time – lots of work, virtually no sales … So off they went, such a pleasure to meet me, what a wonderful garden, and I fully deserved their praise (did I ask for an official tour of inspection and appraisal? Perhaps I did and forgot!) Meanwhile, another couple wanting attention must have given up – they’d returned the preserves they wanted to the shelves and left. Denise was right all along: some folk are shameless time-wasters.