I needed a nail; a nice long nail so I could make a crucifix-style armature on which to build a scarecrow. Not only was I feeding my 11 hens, I was also nourishing a fine population of crows. Jeff recommended that scarecrows are an effective, humane solution and Jeff is always right.
My mother only usually rang when she wanted something but this time it was different: “Jo dear, it’s got a four-oven Aga — and a cellar!”
I call it Fred’s Bread — but it isn’t. It’s actually Luba from Ukraine who bakes it to such perfection at Moores’ Bakery in Morcombelake. Quite simply, it HAS to be the best bread in Dorset. Everyone agrees — with one exception.
How long do you expect to wait for an ambulance? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? An hour? What if the ambulance doesn’t come quickly — what would you do?