being the confessions of a recovering hillwalker
Snowdrops are well out in the local woods, have a good Imbolk and all the best for the coming wheel turn - cheers Danny
During "The Negative Cash-Flow Years", we used to pick snowdrops, bunch them with an ivy leaf, and send them to Covent Garden.
Is that when you lived in the luxury cardboard box under the railway viaduct ?
'appen 't were