So I went ahead and cut back my honeysuckles, clematis and jasmine. This is a bit hair-raising; my natural instinct is to cut everything back as hard as I can in the hope that it all springs back to life and remains ever youthful. However, this does not always work. When I was eight I did exactly this to my Mum’s clematis and it died. She still mentions it and it was THIRTY YEARS AGO.
I also fed the climbers with some clematis food (this is meant to be once a week but it’s so damn wet here, I really don’t think they need any more moisture). My jasmine is not doing all that well – I think it is in too shady a spot. I had imagined it would cover the wall with fantastic white flowers, feeding bees and generally being beautiful. Unfortunately, I think this is the sort of thing that only happens in west London.