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One day I was always going to have to eat quinoa. It might as well be now

Poor ants, trapped by a socially enterprising visionary blissed out on Lottery funding

26 July 2014

9:00 AM

26 July 2014

9:00 AM

As a rule, I tend not to frequent places where there is a sign on the door saying ‘no sharps’. But I thought I would make an exception for the Eden Project. Surely, I thought, as we walked from the ‘Banana’ car park to the ticket office, they must mean sharps as in penknives, or something.

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