Dan trod on a corner of chamomile lawn. Scent of crushed chamomile. Total class.
The place was pretty empty, but, as Dan rounded the corner, he saw someone digging like a maniac behind a row of runner beans. As he got closer, he could see it was two people. A man and a woman. On the ground between the beans and a row of courgettes.
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