A little later on Saturday afternoon and the rain had subsided. We had a more fuel in the legs and time to undertake some allotment bits and bobs.
I should rephrase that: A had a little more time than I had. She was quite content to arse around doing her thing. I simply sat on the bench, took pretty pictures, and watched her go about her business.
It was a good time for an allotment inspection. I was the inspector. I didn’t really have any point to prove. We had been forewarned that proper allotment inspectors may soon be on our case, and so this was a bit of a dry run.
The sun and the rain of the recent weeks has led to the allotment absolutely blooming. We thought it would be a patch of land where we could grow spuds and carrots. It turns out it’s a bit of a garden of delight for poppies and other colourful plants that I haven’t got a chuffing clue what they are.
Elsewhere and A has been busy with her sowing and planting. She did give me a tour of the various seeds and subsequent sprouting shoots that are coming through.
I lost a bit of interest when I could see a game of cricket breaking out at the cricket club on the other side of the allotment. I really should pay more attention.
