Sunday 15 January 2017

Now wait 20 years


Squirrel, Shark, and Tiger spend the day digging turf to plant a vineyard. Not our vineyard. This one belongs to a man who makes pigs fly for the advertising industry.

In our relatively small garden, we have one grape vine. I planted it in 1994 at the bottom of the garden. These summers, it twines joyfully about the abandoned swing frame, sometimes producing grapes. We all look at it and go cooo! Then Dig gets in the car, drives to Waitrose, and buys a bottle of Chapel Down. (Which I can recommend as delicious.)

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