So the time of siting down at my computer to write this entry is 7:00 p.m. on a rather cloudy and almost autumn-like day. The last thing I did prior is to make a photograph of a cutting board which I bought for a bargain five pounds at the Clutton Flower Show, about which more below. Clutton is a village by the A37 on the way to Bristol if you really want to know. For non-English readers it is...
Writing my diary backwards – why not? + Clutton Flower Show
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