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Combining the harvest, the thrum of the combine harvesters is redolent of the height of summer. I too like to hear the cuckoo but haven't heard one around our way for years. You think you've heard one then it turns out to be a bloody pigeon!
Combining the harvest, the thrum of the combine harvesters is redolent of the height of summer. I too like to hear the cuckoo but haven't heard one around our way for years. You think you've heard one then it turns out to be a bloody pigeon!
Gardening is an excuse not to do housework
Greetings from Salisbury
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