In the general garden tidy up this summer, I decided our rather elderly garden bench was in need of some TLC. Belonging to my father's grandmother, it must be at least eighty years old and was showing its age somewhat. It used to get regular paintings but has been neglected over the last few years, so a good sand down and new coat of paint was much needed to preserve the dear old thing. I doubt it'll last another eighty years but it should give us a few years yet. Unless our new arrivals have other ideas... More on that next time.
Another John Clare Poem - Little Trotty Wagtail
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