That morning, then, I was down at five-thirty, in front of the house in a little shed that leaned against the wall which separated the English garden of the Sand Pit from the kitchen garden of the Farm.
Ce matin-là, j’étais donc debout, à cinq heures et demie, devant la maison, sous un petit hangar adossé au mur qui séparait le jardin anglais des Sablonnières du jardin potager de la ferme.