Tamsin Westhorpe’s delightfully funny memoir of making a living with mud permanently under her fingernails will delight any reader. A cast of colourful characters pepper the pages of her hapless horticultural exploits, which range from dispensing gnome-placement advice on live TV to how to deal with nudist neighbours or the inside scoop on why the roses surrounding the beautifully manicured English lawn bowling greens grow quite so vigorously.