It’s been a while since I made a film, and this is two minutes of sun, song and sausages. The allotment is the most wonderful place to chill, although I got sunburn (in Manchester?) and lightly grilled my face while cooking al fresco. And if I say folk music, sunsets, cats and characters, all surrounded by wild flowers then you’ll know the evening ticked all my hippy boxes. Viva la vodka! Featuring Gordon Whitelock on acoustic guitar. Bliss.
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