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Welcome to the Bunker! |
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I have retired! Hell yes. So you might expect the Bunker to become a snappy, blog-like, finger-on-the-pulse sort of place now that I have loads of free time. Dream on. Some five and ten years ago my wife decreed that a shrubbery should spring forth from the virgin earth at the back of the Bunker and, with the assistance of a little labour on my part, so it came to pass. And Rosemary looked upon it and saw that it was good. Over the intervening years the hollies, the Forsythia, Berberis, Japonica, Buddleia, Flowering Currant, Lilac and Lonicera grew upwards, outwards and, inexorably, downwards. They gave shade to visiting frogs, food and shelter to birds and insects. The birds brought seeds which added to the miniature forest. Cats slumbered peacefully under its leafy canopy and all was well. But now that I have retired Rosemary has looked again and decided that, actually, it isn't that good. Consequently I have been engaged in the destruction of an area of vegetation about the size of Venezuela. In it's place the soil, exhausted after 15 years of rampant fecundity, is nursing potatoes, broadbeans and enough fennel to start a Pernod factory. I'll let you know how it gets on. Those of you looking for information on Ted Hawkins, can go still go straight there. Anyone looking for Wellington Grammar School may be interested in the new stuff that Mick Cheadle kindly sent me. Weston Rhyn is still standing. I should make it clear that this Bunker is not a real bunker. It's just called 'The Bunker' because my house - which was built in the days when lumpy concrete was a fashionable alternative to brick - looks like a bunker. Feel free to make yourself a cup of tea and have a look around. I'll be back after I've got the harvest in. | |
You can contact me by email at: al@thebunker.eclipse.co.uk |