Inside Out

Busy afternoon at the allotment today. It was so good to be back there after a week of miserable rain which hasn't allowed me near.

I cleared the remaining barassicas. They were only serving as food for the pigeons and I really don't want to encourage the feathery little gits. It was lovely to see that the little bunnies had been hopping all over the plot, stopping at the leeks for a nibble and then scratching around to see what else we had planted. I will have my Elmer Fudd day yet! Nature lovers look away. The allotment is not a place for sentiment. I understand why we plant things in threes, one to fail, one to get eaten by bloody pests, and one to grow into a fully fledged vegetable, but when all three, or even 33 of your beloved vegetables are eaten in one night you tend to want revenge. Slugs I can deal with. Mice, rabbits, rats, foxes and pigeons are quite another thing.

Should I ever blip from a pitch black shed please send for help, you know then that I have taken my revenge a step too far. Yet, as my babies grow happily on my windowsill, I can appreciate that that midnight stake-out may not be so far away.

Today I shot this looking into the shed through the window. The reflections of Arthurs Seat and Blackford Pond, as well as the allotments around me were strong and make this, I think, a very confusing shot. But I like it. Great large