While Mrs T took our grandson to the swimming pool in Faversham, I wandered the streets. Along the iron fence between the churchyard graves and the path were clumps of hollyhocks, some well over 2 metres tall. Lovely in the group, lovely each individual bloom, and nature’s way of pushing the boundaries between tame and wild.
Will Turnstone 
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