THE MASONIC HALL AT LYMINGTON
This was the year I got lucky, and stole all the silver ware, I was about thirty three. When I moved to 1242 Christchurch Road, my next door neighbour Eddie thought the steel framing I erected to cover the blooms, looked a bit like a prison camp, he called it Colditz. I wouldn’t mind, I painted the framework a lovely dark green, and when it was covered and the flowers started to open it was a fantastic magical place. Funny thing was he never once refused any blooms I gave him. After a few years, I introduced him to the growing side, and he won a cup at the Bournemouth Horticultural Society Show. He never stopped telling me about it, and how easy it was to win a cup; the variety we used, for you chrysanthemum lovers was Peter Rowe an early flowering medium incurve with faultless form, to it’s credit, and to the one who raised it, it is still in the catalogues. Needless to say I supplied everything he used to procure his win, and kept on badgering him to look after them, happy days.