I'm very aware that to the green-fingered among you this may look like a very poor early specimen of borage and to others it may look like a weed, but let me tell you this is no ordinary borage.
Several years ago we spent a pleasant week meandering around the Yorkshire Dales and included a day in and around Haworth, home of the Brontes.Freezing cold even in July.
From there it's just a short hop across to Hebden Bridge, birthplace of Ted Hughes and from there it's a very steep climb if you walk, and a first gear drive otherwise, up the narrow winding hill to the village of Heptonstall and the grave of Sylvia Plath.
We had a fair old job hacking our way through the wilderness to find Sylvia's resting place and in the end we gave up and furtively followed a Platholyte who was on a mission and carrying a large bunch of flowers.Once she'd paid homage it was my turn.
Then I noticed that the grave had been very appropriately planted with borage, some in flower, some gone to seed.
So you see, that's not any old borage in my garden.