We live at the start of a single-track private lane that leads to the Manor. Or, how I prefer to think of it, the people at the Manor live at the start of a single-track private lane that leads to us.
I counted yesterday and there are 36 cherry trees along the lane, and this week they have been slowly stretching into full blossom.
Which is nice.
(Apologies to anyone awaiting a paean to shoe polish...)
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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