1. Shoots of wild arum, glossy and stiff as patent leather, force their way through the beige drifts of last year's leaves.
2. It's a particularly good kiwi fruit, and the pieces disappear as fast as I can cut them.
3. Towards the end of the afternoon, a mug of tea and a biscuit appear at my elbow.
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