When we started gardening a few years ago, my parents gave me the garden fork that had been my grandpa's. A lovely old wooden thing, quite delicate.

So delicate in fact, that after using it a lot I managed to break it. For a while it sat in a broken state with the other tools, looking sad. And I was sad too. But then recently Turtle was given an old trike, one that had been well-loved and was missing its handle - and so now the old fork handle lives on! You can see it here behind Turtle:

(she doesn't look impressed with Microserfs)

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