You've all had those wonderful dreams of time travel haven't you? You know the ones where you experience all the sights, smells and emotions of another place in time.
Well imagine that you found yourself in the midst of Henry VIII's Tudor England. Ohhhhh, royalty, I hear you mutter to yourself! Gorgeous clothes, carriages, intrigue! Don't forget those men with swords!
No such luck in my dreams though; I was a bloody gardener playing with the worms! Yes, if I was astral travelling in any shape or form, I had to go and find myself the only compost heap in the universe in which to do so!
You all stopped giggling yet?
Just editing to add that it was the most glorious compost heap; the soil was dark and sweet and alive with lovely plump long worms!