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Last week Frank and I decided to have a go at peat cutting. On our way to turf and claim an old disused bank we called on a neighbouring croft to borrow another spade, Frank's having seen better days. The neighbour was hard at work putting the finishing touches to a frame to protect some soft fruit which had recently been planted. He wasn't local; the yellow marigold gloves gave that away. Local or not, that croft was very impressive. Much of it had been planted up with young trees, each one protected against competing vegetation through the use of matting, there was a small newly dug vege...