It’s that time of year again, and a visit to Three Cocks is called for.
When she first moved here, Joan could never quite bring herself to say it, so despite us using its name, she would pointedly use it’s official name of The Old Railway Line Garden Centre. (Welsh garden centre of the, every year, since 1850 (or so it seems) – Ed.)
When they do it they do it well, and of course the COVID years (as we shall no doubt call them- Ed.) had taken its toll, as it did with all retailers.
“I’m not going to do Christmas this year, and I don’t want any more ***** baubles…, nobody ever sees them”. “No of course not”, says Sandie, “what about this one”?
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still…