“I Hate You”

I could not believe my ears.  Had she really just said that?  I'd only known Margaret (the local farmer) for a few hours.  How could she possibly have formed such a robust opinion of me in such a short time? It was the summer of 2008.  I had applied for the post of gardener at … Continue reading “I Hate You”

Jenny Wren And The White Hart*

Water quality in the east pond has recovered.  Heavy winter rain has flushed out any remaining sewage, bleach and bath-suds.  (A cowboy plumber, working in 2008, patched the soil pipe from the main bathroom into the drains carrying rainwater to the pond, see - 'A Mild Sense Of Panic'). In my first two years at … Continue reading Jenny Wren And The White Hart*