On our quest through Yorkshire, we came across the village of Buttercrambe. There was a nursery, an old Victorian walled garden, still belonging to the mansion (the big house as they call it).
The 'old' gardener was this wonderful gent, who just happened to be there, telling us all about things that had happened and that he felt we should know.
His juicy Yorkshire accent still singing in my head, the fragrant tobacco from his pipe, another rarity these days, his careful dress sense, his humour and kindness make him unforgettable.Now there was the 'young' gardener... (see next)
Some people can really make my day, if you let them and are willing to listen and give them a bit of time and show some interest.
There are a lot of lonely people in this world of 'fast and furious' communication.
Have a good day and thanx for your visit, M, (*_*)
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