One of my favourites. My Granny had one of these, a huge one, when I was a kid, but it disappeared during one of the coldest winters. Hopefully this survives, it's only three years old.
Jun 11, 2009
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I hear the evening corncrake calling. Moonlight flood the fields of tasseled grain. -Eino Leino: Nocturne, 1903-
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