ne of the first columns I wrote was about the typical cyclist’s garden. The grass growing above the windowsills. The nettles. The skeletons of the BBC Natural History Unit’s film crew who ventured in one night because they heard a rumour that the last living Tasmanian thylacine was in there somewhere, and then couldn’t find their way out. And, meanwhile, the garden’s owner is out racking up
Dr Hutch
Aug 24, 2023
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