Conversation last night at bed time with Digby, who was three in January:
me: what did Daddy do today?
him: pruning.
me: what was I pruning?
him: Phillyrea.
Clever little so-and-so, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that actually it was Arbutus, not Phillyrea (and anyway the very mention of strawberries would have extended bed time further still).
So here it is - cut back to reshape over the next year or so.