Making the most of a short November day, I take a chance to visit the orchard to do some winter jobs. When, inevitably, grey clouds pile up and rain comes, I shelter in the shed, setting a garden chair so I can sit looking through the doorway while listening to the rattling of the tiled roof and the gurgling in the drainpipe. I have loved sheltering in a shed like this since I was a small boy; there is a palpable thrill at being where no one will find me, sheltered, yet quite intimate with the wetness. Another growing season – budding, flowering, fruiting, harvesting – with all its excitements ...
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