A highlight from my blog about Dad’s allotment, in which he makes his own teeth… Dad is right about the blackcurrant bushes. I slash through the nettle jungle with a bill hook, a vicious thing I bought at the local tool shop. My hands tingle and throb despite my new gardening gauntlets – even my […]
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It’s unclear who’s in charge at our plot. Officially it’s my 87-year old Dad. But I spend a lot of time down there and own all the gardening books. Mr Mandy Sutter is there so infrequently he doesn’t even dare voice opinions, especially since Dad and I are working hard this month, hoiking monstrous roots […]
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