Good Fencers make Good Neighbours…

"Blue!" he calls. "Hey Blueseph!" His arm is colourful with tattoos. Blue has shaggy white-blonde hair beneath a grubby cap and less teeth than you might expect. Slowly the foliage is torn away and palings vanish into a huge trailer dripping with ivy. "Yeah, mate. I'm 'ere." "Where's the post-hole digger, mate?" "'S'under the pine … Continue reading Good Fencers make Good Neighbours…