But when ye come, and all the flowers dying, And I am dead, as dead I well may be, Go out and find the place where I am lying, And kneel...

The pouring honey phrase, which I’m particularly fond of, came from my lovely wife Shirley’s lips when (or rather just after) we found...

And so I’m 7 and here we are in this new and exciting paradise at Boehill Farm.  Everything is so green and lovely and the soil is so red...