"Bane of my life, ivy," said the man who'd come to rebuild the wall. It fell down last summer, right across my neighbour Mr Pugh's garden, and right on top of his poor tortoise. Ivy was about the only thing that was keeping it up, it seems, until the owners of the garden backing onto Mr Pugh pulled some off.
The tortoise is crawling around Mr Pugh's living room at the moment, still without the use of its back legs. They were told not to let it hibernate this winter. It's eating well enough, though, and as far as you can tell with a tortoise it seems to be happy.
The wall is going to take four weeks to rebuild, and they're stacking up all the fallen stone to use again.
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