Man-sized ones! Underneath the Sycamores is a stone circle which has become overgrown and weedy.
“What shall we do about that?”, chief gardener asked. Rash moment – “dig it out, take it all up and re-lay it”, says I. Haste and repent at leisure are words that keep going round my head.
So I did just that. Then I’m thinking that it’s all well and good but how are they going to get back?
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