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Previously on "Sarah Beeny's My House is Falling Down."
The one last week in Hull. Saw a bit of that as Mrs SB was watching it. I am sure Sarah B. mentioned that one of the trees in the garden (Sycamore??) drank some colossal amount of water. IIRC the daily figure ran into the thousands of litres!! Scary stuff...............even in Hull, which I am sure gets its fair share of precipitation. Especially if your house sits on clay.
Heading south with a fair amount of this week's house from close observation.
All things decay with Time: The Forrest sees
The growth, and down-fall of her aged trees:
That Timber tall, which three-score lusters stood
The proud Dictator of the State-like wood:
I meane (the Soveraigne of all Plants) the Oke
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleavers stroke.
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