The Fresh Start
Jan 02, 2020
2 minutes
This winter I have finally, to use an appropriately horticultural metaphor, grasped the nettle. We have just finished digging up and burning 150 metres of beloved box parterre: 1,000 plants of , made from cuttings no bigger than the top joint of my thumb 30 years ago when I first arrived at Morville, wrenched out and tossed on the bonfire.
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