Monday, 9 March 2009

Gardener mulching the big mixed border.

Gardener was a cowman on a big estate, he looked after more than 200 cows until the owner got rid of the herd and the herdsmen too. He is a wonderful countryman, full of local lore; he knows every bird that flies overhead.

I love listening to him while we are working, in particular, when he mangles his words. 
"Racing pingeons" are his great love, unfortunately his missus has banned him from keeping them.

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