I remember the Beverley Nichols garden books from years ago and looked forward to rereading this one. It is still quite amusing but now strikes me as snobbish, self-indulgent and tooth-achingly camp. I'm afraid the word 'pansy' sprang irresistibly to mind. Interesting, though, as a period piece, and a few of the gardening ideas remain worth considering. It was never intended as a practical manual, but does have a few interesting hints and tips. The Reginald Arkle books (also based on garden and village life) are of a similar vintage and, to my taste, have more enduring charm.