My dad has a chain in a galvanised bin on his allotment - I guess I'll inherit it ! Looking into this bin all I can see is bits of wire and plastic and plantpots - "it's right at the bottom". That chain is exactly twenty two yards long.

I sometimes say 'that the Ministry are trying to kill me' by finding me work to do in very remote places. They have sponsored my 'sculpture' for many years and now I claim that this valley - aka sculpture park - has the 'best kept walls in the Pennines'. I fear for the arrival of the crisp packets though ...

david