and bags of gravel, rain constant and heavy. No glamour but it brings an honest appetite. I hope whosoever cut my slate was at peace cutting it, gentle toiler like myself, laying it in the old orchards.
and bags of gravel, rain constant and heavy. No glamour but it brings an honest appetite. I hope whosoever cut my slate was at peace cutting it, gentle toiler like myself, laying it in the old orchards.