The week of sunshine and warm afternoons comes to an end here in the fens, this morning the showers of April drench the black soil and dark wide skies sit over the flat lands like those on painted backdrops in some victorian theatre where the black clad villian draws boos from his audience.
The plans of this bead maker were to toil in vegetable garden but these must await a dryer day and beads will be cleaned, photographed and made ready to list for sale, maybe tomorrow the day of rest, will be spent sowing the seeds and turning the soil.
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