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When we moved into our previous house, in Nunhead, there was some small, but well-established growth of Japanese knotweed in the back garden. It took four years of pulling up stalks and roots to get rid of it … at least I think we got rid of it

's the first in an irregular series on wild plants, which I think should be considered as important as other forms of wildlife in gardens.Just round the corner from me is a very ordinary front garden wall. The houses in the street are mainly Victorian terraces

.Its English name is the gorse shieldbug, and far from attacking garden plants, it focuses its attention on gorse. As far as I know there is no gorse anywhere in gardens hereabouts, but there's a small broom at the front of our house. It will also feed on other

legible and accessible!The garden of our semi-detached East Dulwich house in south London isn't huge at about 25 metres long, but it does boast a small pond and there are enough scruffy bits to encourage all sorts of wildlife. And some of the neighbouring

I don't really do birds. I'm usually too busy peering down at insects on flowers or running across leaves. Or I'm on hands and knees, bum in the air, turning stones over looking for ground beetles or grubbing at plant roots for weevils

I'm on my way through the old city of Strasbourg, and gardens here are vanishingly small. The occasional secret courtyard houses a giant ginkgo or has its walls swathed in lobelia and Virginia creeper. The breakfast patio at the Hotel du Dragon has

completely destroying the plant.I haven't got any daffs in my garden, but the fly is quite welcome to the Spanish bluebells that come up in vigorous drifts every year. In the wider countryside it is quite at home using native bluebells too. My fond attachment

rain than us. This is a stark change from five years ago, when we last visited this house and the ground was so hard I caught a mole in my bare hands because it was running helpless over the parched lawn, unable to find anywhere soft enough to burrow

, commuters, joggers and roller bladers (even though there are signs saying not to, but hey - this is Paris). There's lots going on but I have to admit that there are not many signs of wildlife. The plants are fastidiously tended and the borders manicured

of wildlife down there. The Rye is a tad bigger than my back garden, so I can usually find something different.The first thing we see is a fox, loitering about the 'cat house'. As we reach the impenetrable front garden I can hear it walking about in the deep