Born in 2009, Kali is now 6. A scatter of emails sent out late on Friday, bought 6 good souls to celebrate, Sal, Nicky, Linda, sheila, and all the way from Debenham, Pam and Steven. Lit the bonfire, scented by dry laylandii.
It’s taken three months, but a little bit each week, i’ve done the clear up after Paul Jacksons first acre coppice of the northern boundary: cords stacked, brush wood woven into the double hedge. I ask Arthur to ask Mr Took if he’s at all interested in selling his land adjacent. Nothing to loose, and if by slim chance he’s interested, I’lll have my modest dream.
Kaliwood 