The “season of mist and mellow fruitfulness” has descended upon Brixham again. With the generosity of an Indian summer that has extended the season, the tardy garden at The Edge has finally come into its own, offering “ later flowers for the bees, /Until they think warm days will never cease; /For Summer has o’erbrimm’d their clammy cells.” John Keats, Vincent Van Gogh and Klimt would be feel at home at The Edge. Many thanks to all who have helped the forming of the garden in anyway and form, you know who you are and everyone here is grateful to you




