There I was, on the lotty, cleared the greenhouse, planted experimental winter salad stuff. Harvested tomatoes, spuds, sweetcorn, aubergines, raspberries, runner beans, peppers.
The plot is heavy oxfordshire clay. Started to dig a section to plant onions, garlic etc. Supremely peaceful. Gentle sound of the odd spade, susseration from the occasional conversation, bit of waft from a bonfire or two. Birds tweeting, bit of bottle rattling on the top of poles.
THEN, THEN. I wus driven away by the Ice cream van! I put up with 10 renditions of "Popeye the sailor man" before I gave up and went to the pub.
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The plot is heavy oxfordshire clay. Started to dig a section to plant onions, garlic etc. Supremely peaceful. Gentle sound of the odd spade, susseration from the occasional conversation, bit of waft from a bonfire or two. Birds tweeting, bit of bottle rattling on the top of poles.
THEN, THEN. I wus driven away by the Ice cream van! I put up with 10 renditions of "Popeye the sailor man" before I gave up and went to the pub.

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