The shear joy of taking your coat off on a warm spring day. To cast off the dirty, cumbersome, restricting, weighty history of the last twelve months.

Simon (the fence) gives our girls this treat every year, and this year his two sons join him. Are they following in their father’s footsteps- who knows, but they’re eager to help. Simon’s father, Barry (the burger), gave way and the generations revolve, and this is the way of things.

Harry

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