Restaurant Review: Bakestone Café

Back in my swaggering gunslinger days of youth, I never saw myself as a garden centre man. 

Most probably, because they didn’t exist or, at least, nothing resembling today’s modernist glass and steel showrooms, housing not just plants but entire domestic lifestyle ranges.

Though I’ve always loved the outdoors, my plant identification skills back then petered out after daisies, all else lumped into a general category vaguely dubbed ‘nature’.