Hartley Botanic Greenhouses

My father converted a bus into a greenhouse. It was just after the war, when the only way to have a greenhouse was to scavenge the materials and make it yourself. He worked for a bus company and one of the buses was “written off”. After it was cannibalised for all the useable bits my father brought the rest home, panel by panel, on the regular bus service which stopped at the end of the road. I have a photograph of the result, and unless you knew the history you’d never guess, but then he was very good at making something out of nothing. He grew tomatoes, and had a grapevine – grapes were a real luxury in those days. His job took ...  Read the complete review