garden.

It was three weeks after I planted my little acorn before I saw Joran again. Despite the rain which hammered down into the garden, I prefered to be getting wet and muddy to being cooped up inside with the rest of my family. I enjoyed the rain back then; it was always fun to splash around in the puddles, wallow in the mud and generally mess myself up to such a state that me Ma would despair.

As a child I would spend most of my time in the garden of our home. The house itself was nothing special - a small family home for the lower middle class of Dale but the garden was always something a little more special. I think the best thing about the garden was that none of the rest of my family ever really ventured into it unless they had to which had caused it to become wild and untame and thus the land of many childhood fancies and play for myself.