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#199 Keith Winding Paths

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.

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#199 Keith Winding Paths

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