The Secret Garden
You'd never believe it was there. Around two hundred yards from my house. A secret garden. Over the Pooh bridge with the chalk 'river' flowing beneath, turning into the farmyard, you pass Emily's Tearoom on your right. Then, daring to open a cranky door in the tiny farmhouse, you sneak through a shabby old shed.
There it is. A glorious garden bedecked with masses of ancient farming equipment among the pathways of fabulous flora, tumbling over and around. You make a vain attempt to lift the heavy plough.
Worn out, you head up to Grandad's Shed, and a comfortable chair.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher over 6 years ago
What lovely imagery this has. I can just picture the scene.
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Thanks, Christopher. It's beautifully true...and a very short walk from my home.
(You should bite the bullet and fly over to Europe sometime. From what I've gleaned about you, you would absolutely love it. England, for instance, is fab-u-lous! And the rest of Europe...well it's breathtaking! And,you know, aeroplanes are spectacularly more safe than choppers...or even walking across the road!)
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Christopher over 6 years ago
I'd love to visit England. My whole life I've watched British shows and a lot of my favorite bands are from England. I know a lot about the country even never having been there. Maybe someday I can make it happen. :)
