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Streampath and hedges slain
Morning on the Tamar, and *no rain again*
A path that has taken up a new career as a stream.
I liked this strange shape the water in the stream made. It looks like a waterbeast with eye-stalks.
Baffled yet delighted by the continuing absence of rain, I launched an offensive on the garden. I have removed the figs that definitely won't ever ripen now, laid a stretch of hedge, and felled a number of hazel trees that had got overlooked because they are on an awkward bit of hedge to lay. Now I feel very tired and stiff.
A path that has taken up a new career as a stream.
I liked this strange shape the water in the stream made. It looks like a waterbeast with eye-stalks.
Baffled yet delighted by the continuing absence of rain, I launched an offensive on the garden. I have removed the figs that definitely won't ever ripen now, laid a stretch of hedge, and felled a number of hazel trees that had got overlooked because they are on an awkward bit of hedge to lay. Now I feel very tired and stiff.
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