It’s funny the rain, when you’re going away, driving you backwards making you stay. Each raindrop a something forgotten to do, or just one more phone call, or visit or two. Leaving you heavy with burdens behind, yet, given time, evaporates away – much like the worries and cares of the day. So I’m leaving, getting out and going away - I may come back someday, one-day, – Monday? I’ll be Forrest gardening if you need me, with Martin Crawford, down in deepest Devon, just far enough away! Looking for a new perspective, what better than permaculture to give...





