Being with Badger was always a delight.
It was Wednesday. The day I always arrange to meet Badger at the allotment. Sometimes I help the old guy with a little bit of digging. “This is the time to do the autumn dig,” he says, “So that the frost can get into it and kill all those pests.” But today, after a good fall of snow, there would be no digging. “But you are still welcome to call, Alex,” he told me on the mobile phone....Read On