Calke Abbey again.
Picture if you can the head gardener seated at his desk, clay pipe clamped in teeth, a stub of pencil clasped in his gnarled fingers, gazing out at his domain & planning his crop rotations. Or whatever it is that head gardeners plan.
I would dearly love to have moved those two machines in the f/g, but there was just no space so they'll have to stay. I already had to clone out the National Trust rope which I never noticed at the time.
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