CURIOUS TALES OF A RUSTY NAIL

Who could have imagined that a pile of old nuts and bolts in a garden shed could have a life of their own? Well, prepare to be amazed as we follow the gravel path by the orchard fence, where young Morris Wainwright once searched for fossils among the polished stones, to an old garden shed with a green pitched roof. It's half hidden by moss and ivy and sheltered from the summer heat by overhanging apple boughs. The window looks onto a garden of tall yellow weeds where a line of shirts and socks f