A gardener’s word
Sep 06, 2019
2 minutes
ome of my sharpest memories of childhood are of family visits to Great Aunt Teena’s house, travelling from Chichester to Scotland to see her and Great Uncle Gordon. I remember my three brothers and I would tumble through the gate and amble through the garden that was dense with apple and cherry trees,
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