When Freddie and Sophie Garland started dating in their early 20s, it wouldn’t have dawned on Freddie to present Sophie with a bunch of flowers to woo her. Too obvious. For 30 years his parents had run a smart flower shop in Pimlico, selling the kind of striking blooms that Rowan Atkinson or Princess Diana might have swooped in to buy.
“As a child my parents’ flower shop wasn’t something I thought much about, but now I reflect back on it, it was a magical world with these amazing creative things happening in it,” says Freddie, sitting next to the wood burner in his thatched Wiltshire home. It wasn’t until Freddie had spent a stint working for the organic vegetable box company Abel & Cole after university, that the idea of a weekly flower subscription came to him – like the vegetables, but more fun.
A gazebo was erected in his parents’ garden, and so began eye-wateringly early trips to Covent Garden Flower Market with the help of his mother Caroline’s expert eye, followed by hopefully knocking on doors with the opening gambit: “Do you like flowers?”
“I remember cycling back home with three sets of bank card details that I’d scribbled down on a bit of paper on that first day. The third customer I got was this 23-year-old bloke who I don’t think realised what he’d signed up for, but it was proof that anyone would give it a go,” recalls Freddie, who bought a milk float off eBay for those early deliveries, soon realising that it reached a top speed of six miles per house. “I had to put a sign on the back that said: ‘Please don’t honk, I can’t go any faster.’”










