I myself only played a small part in the moving of the greenhouse which was mainly executed by Oli and Big Al. Oli did plenty of pointing with his pipe and mumbling about how we’d never have survived Rangoon and Al did some undoing of screws and bashing of frames…together they managed to move the awkward little box to it’s new position at the end of the garden and celebrated with plenty of tea and pipe smoking and later with ale…and pipe smoking. It was deemed that today was not a day for digging…dearest readers please note that this photograph is not a depiction of our own greenhouse….our’s is in much worse condition than that.
Yours.
Ranners and his shoal of flamboyant pollock.