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Sharpham views


What is better, to lift the sill in the hen house and gather two warm eggs, to crack them later into a tiny cast iron skillet and eat them with fresh brown bread, to gather rocket and mustard for the evening's salad, or to open the hen house door at dawn and watch the chickens rush out for their morning meal? Certainly it's the last that I go on dreaming of, now far from Devon.




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