It's a job that has to be done, my seat needs painting after the awful winter and my poor fathers wheel hoe needs a loving lick of paint too.
The seat was given to us many years ago, a gift from my mam and the wheel hoe was used to till many rows of vegetables to keep the weeds down when my dad was a market gardener over 80 years ago. When he died she had his wheel hoe painted and kept it in the garden where she could see it every day, then when she died we just kept them both together, it seemed fitting somehow.......
