Woohoo! Got two stints up the allotment this weekend. Three hours on Saturday and two on Sunday. Saturday was digging to prepare the ground for the planting on Sunday. It was heavy going. The recent rain had made the top four inches of the soil very sticky, but under that it was dry and hard. I had some company - a very scruffy blackbird (apologies for the picture quality - he was not a poser) who was gorging on the worms. He was quite vocal but had a strange squeak rather than a chirp. And I was digging up some BIG worms.
Sunday was planting. Courgettes, pumpkins, sweetcorn and a row of beetroot and a row of carrots.
It was also a defining moment as close inspection of my trusty gardening boots revealed that the soles were parting way. They have lasted well - but will now be added to the rubbish. I need to decide whether my old walking boots are old enough for the allotment yet. I have a nasty feeling that my trusty Barbour of 25 years is also heading the same way. As yet I don't have anything half way scruffy enough for the allotment. My current Barbour jacket is still looking good at 7 years old. Might need to scour a few charity shops.
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