Clearing the allotment the other day was a bit like a day in Ivan Denisovich, perhaps not as cold and not so much of a threat of dying from the cold but a lot more brambles to be pulled up, and some of those thorns were slicing their way through my gloves. Tough, dirty work but it had to be done or you would lose your standing on the allotment. As a newbie I was wandering around the groups, wheeling barrows, cutting brambles and eventually, eventually pushing twigs into the shredder.
But we did see a frog whilst doing some clearing. it was only a Common Frog, but what do you expect in South London
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