At Lunefield one of the great features of spring is the sight and smell of wild garlic. This grows in profusion up the old coach road at the end of the garden and eventually bursts into a cloud of white flowers which look nebulous under the tree canopy. Mum always used say that it was brought to England by the Romans and wherever it bloomed they had marched. However (unusually) she was wrong. This is our native species and the Romans brought the chunkier Italian garlic that w