The Last Furlong

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My hidden garden

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Lots of the little creatures I have hidden in my garden are very old. We brought them from Africa where they had been the garden since the 1920’s. But, in our garden now, there are some more modern creatures that might neverĀ  get covered with mosses, because they are made with modern materials. They are easy to look after, but less magical somehow. But the Furlong grandchildren still love them. Sometimes they turn up in unexpected places ater they have been transported around in chubby excited hands.

a owl


a squirrels

Mr Squirrel

a squirrel

Mrs Squirrel


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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