The hydrangea is beginning to go over. It thrives here in Aberdovey, a marvellous phenomenon, great bushes of it. I have several. Two dead heads looked at me in a particularly inviting way so I chopped them off and brought them indoors for a few days to dry out. My mother always used to spray-paint teasels gold at Christmas but although I’m not particularly creative, which she was in abundance, these screamed out for some spray paint. A few days later they had fully dried out, and silver spray paint had been acquired, so I laid lots of newspaper on the decking, got out my canister and went for it. The result is remarkable. I would stop well short of calling the effect attractive, but there is something about them that’s rather a lot of fun. I have no idea what I am going to do with them!