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#199 Keith Winding Paths

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Have a winding path. So you keep on discovering different parts of the garden.

Keith

While the weather was nice, I thought I’d get out and start getting things prepared.

My garden is about 40 foot long. Well, it used to be when I was working. It used to be mainly grass with a few borders around the edge. But once I retired, I started cutting out beds, sort of about four foot wide, through the lawn with a lawn mower, with paths in between just remaining grass so that makes them easier to work on. And you can work on them without actually walking on them and trudging all over it.

I mean, that’s one of the things, when you see these gardening programmes, where these people have gone about having hidden views where you’re supposed to sort of, rather than have a straight path, like I have, have a winding path. So you keep on discovering different parts of the garden.

So many, many years ago, the garden gate was that took you out onto the path of the bat. But that’s theoretically the path still there, but it’s completely overgrown.

Precis

The beauty of being in a company of older performers is the kaleidoscopic range of real-life experiences that they bring to the table. These experiences cover everything from the vivid and strange world of childhood, to the unexpected late awakenings of old age. Take our newest batch of anecdotes, for example. These new stories are delightfully diverse: from the earthly, sensual joy of baking bread, to the cosmic dreams of outer space; from an unnerving encounter with a poltergeist, to the risqué glories of adult pleasure products and burlesque. Running as a rich theme throughout, is the possibility of love, and the simple wonder of human connection. As one writer tells us, in her story of funeral rites and flirting, “Amidst death, life goes on”, and indeed it does, delightfully so.

Edited by Barney Bardsley