Sarah Coles


It rains, every day.  Bob has installed the old wooden butt I used on the farm and in two days it’s overflowing.  There’s no tap –  it’s just a dipping butt.  The rain patters persistently, softly.  It nags.  The greenhouse I sited in a concrete  dip so the neighbours would not be annoyed by the sight of it, sits in a pond.

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