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17 September 2018

My little sweet cherry tree, which produced precisely zero cherries this remarkably fruitless year then proceeded to lose all its leaves in mid summer and look wan and sick, is suddenly in bloom. Flowers. Lots of them. What on earth … Continue reading

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6 August 2018

Being summoned to a hospital to find your husband laid out flat on a stretcher under a blood-flecked sheet, his neck in a brace and one side of his face swathed in bandages, is a bit of a shocker. It … Continue reading

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15 July 2018

Down here in our valley we don’t have mains gas. We have a thousand litre LPG tank buried in the garden which is filled at great expense when necessary – though I have to say that since having the solar panels … Continue reading

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7 April 2018

On Thursday evening I pulled weeds from the garden beds outside the kitchen until 8pm. What a treat. I felt privileged. Never has a winter felt so long. Except as always, I expect that it has but we forget. Anyway. … Continue reading

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19 March 2018

As always at this time of year, we’re under siege. It’s not that I’m particularly worried that these bluetits are chucking themselves so hard against the imaginary enemy-interlopers they see reflected in all our windows, though that’s quite distressing too; … Continue reading

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