Gardening

Gardening at Tom’s – my neighbour. Imagine if I’d been in Tunstal forest now, doing my own garden, in a polytunnel. Why did I turn it down? What is it about other peoples places that I’m drawn to rather than this nest of my own? Hoeing, old fashioned, timeless. Ground elder always.

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