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Shrubbery?
What Shrubbery?
I ask myself the same question. Hardly anybody has been near in months and the shrubbery is in a sorry state of neglect. The poteen still is falling apart and the condensing coil has been half-inched - presumably as a spare part for someone's central-heating hot-water system. Magic mushrooms lie rotting where they grew, unseen and unharvested. Here and there, green algae partially obscures the occasional discarded wine bottle that on closer inspection reveals the macabre contents of vole and woodmouse skeletons.
In one corner, the remains of a strange wood and glass structure can be determined under the encroaching ivy, honeysuckle, briars and bindweed. Inside there are traces of flowerpots and seedtrays so maybe this was the infamous potting shed where all sorts of scheming used to go on. Tucked in behind it, equaly obscured, is a more mechanical device - on wheels (but flat)! I do believe it was once a bus! Yes, I'm sure it was once a bus. Where the destination screen should be, a tattered piece of black canvas shows a faded but still legible terminus of 'Old Sarum'. A bus timetable in the driver's compartment has been severely ravaged by slugs and snails but I can still make out one word on the cover: 'Wiltshire'. Maybe Sarumite could shed some light on this?
Even the hinges on the gate are corroding through lack of use.
Where is the 'Ground-Force Team' when you need them?