Saturday morning and a very early start for all the family. Whilst everyone else got ready for drama class, I familiarised myself with the route to the NCT sale to drop off a bag of retired baby clothes. Once that was out of the way the morning was mine to spend at the allotment.
Got there to find the wind had whipped out a few panes of glass from the greenhouse. Amazingly, nothing broken. Just two panes lying neatly on the grass. I'm a bit slow in replacing some of the original missing glass so I've only got myself to blame. Got the spuds in though, well half of them anyway. I'll plant the rest in a few weeks to try and extend the harvesting.
It was a nice day. Lots of sun but still chilly. I'm hopeful the last of the frost has passed and my spuds will stand a good chance this early in the season. Did I mention what an idyllic setting my allotment is in? Just on the edge of the Peak District National Park, surrounded by hills with a restored steam railway running a few hundred meters from my plot. Bliss.
Not so the rugby score this weekend. The final match of the Six Nations, Wales v Ireland. Much at stake at the Millenium Stadium. Wales, last years victorius Grand Slam champions, the dragon ready to pound the Irish into submission. They Lost!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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