It's a beautiful October afternoon here at home on the Notts-Lincs borderline. Wide, light-blue skies. Slanting sun silvering the crisping birch leaves. Motionless, mauve-tinged clouds hugging the horizon. Some fields yellow with stubble, others newly ploughed and shining black. Hares and pheasants. Nothing's exotic here. It's your average English countryside. But days like this make you appreciate the ordinariness, the everydayness of your own back yard.
The photo shows part of my own literal back yard. The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles? No make-over team here, if you don't mind. Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen, Carol Smillie, Alan Titchmarsh, please keep out.
The photo shows part of my own literal back yard. The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles? No make-over team here, if you don't mind. Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen, Carol Smillie, Alan Titchmarsh, please keep out.
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