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It's hard to imagine that this is the garden that, with the help of others, I put so much work into three years ago.

But at least I'm now close to having a window that overlooks it.

This evening I went to a small farewell gathering for the founder of a refugee organisation I worked with in its very early years (I was the second employee, after her) and which is now thriving. It must be very hard for her to leave her life's work and I was touched to be included in the marking of this huge transition. The organisation started in an allotment shed, where refugees were supported in planting, growing and putting down roots.