Life and writing offer so many lessons that it suggests that one is no more than a reflection of the other – and like so many of the photographs we take of the river bank (sky above, water below) it’s difficult to tell which is real and which the reflection (and anyway, isn’t a reflection real, too?). This week on the water Let me use a very simple example to show you what I mean. Trish and I spent yesterday morning at our allotment. I haven’t kept you up-to-date on developments there, but...