Friday, 26 October 2012


Ezra and I had a wander around the allotments on a grey day. These ones are well placed. Near the river with super-efficiant irrigation, and such rich soil compared to our stoney pale stuff, that I had to lie down and cry.
Sheds always fascinate me, but especially on allotments. No Mr Bricolage varnished and manicured ones here. Weird slightly menacing constructions made out of whatever was to at hand.

The top one is my favourite, on account of its teeth and sideways glance. What is in it . . .probably just tools, but in could be Madame Dupont after she didn't cook the 'Sanglier' just so.

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