We used to raid the gardens of Dundee and Angus to find enough rosemary to go with all of our turkeys. Granny would go armed with secateurs (and boxes of chocolates in payment) even heading as far as Edinburgh to trim the rosemary bush in her daughter’s garden which she swore was the best rosemary ever and worth the journey. Said daughter cut it down in a garden refurb and has never been forgiven! Anyway happily, the little pots we planted a couple of years ago in the garden here at Powrie have found exactly the soil they love and thrived. Their oily green needles are so full of scent year round. The plants don’t look that big but no one can get as many sprigs off a rosemary bush as granny. Look out for her with the secateurs.