I regret to advise that the Bishop of Auckland is no more. In his dotage he became rather scruffy and spilled over in a most inappropriate manner. I think he forgot that if you are going to be on display outside the front door you have to be on your best behaviour at all times. In the end he had to be retired but I kept the last trimmings to catch the morning sun on the garden table. The feckless Bishop has been replaced by pots of white Gaura, clouds of tiny butterfly flowers fluttering against the brickwork, which will last until the frosts.