Bear’s Spuds

I can’t lie. There are some days when this allotment malarchy seems like black magic. Other allotmenteers tending their weed free plots of sieved earth. I’m not jealous, just in awe. I stood in my plot deciding which bit to weed first when a tall man with cap and a beard came and said hello. […]

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