Formerly 'Rambling with a cantankerous old mule"
We had gone to buy some orchids from a specialist in the east of Belgium; a man who had learnt his trade from his father, who in turn had learnt much of what he knew from his father. But the world has changed. There’s little place for specialists in this super-mall, supermarket, instant culture in which we live. Most of his greenhouses lie in ruins; the estate – built on the sale of thousands of the beautiful plants – has been divided up between his brothers and sold off to build a housing estate and retirement village.
Off all the brothers, he is the only one who kept any interest in the family business – now plying his trade between Belgium, Holland and Germany. One of the other brothers took to refurbishing old sports cars – some less successfully than others (it seems) by these photos.
Previously, on one of my travels to Madagascar, I discovered and documented something similar: Where a beechcraft king air goes to die