Burning PSB

It turns our that burning stalks of Brassica smells a lot like burning cabbage.  Not really surprising I suppose. 

A secret shopping trip with the small one in the morning, a fairly quick trip to the allotment, then an attempt to do some painting, watch herself and watch the rugby all at the same time, while sterling work was being done outdoors.  Shouldn't have bothered with the rugby.  Or the painting. 

Anyway, the allotment.  Moved some manure around, prepared an area for first earlies, put some garlic in, and even a few early runner bean seeds.  The plan is for it to always look like stuff is happening, even if it's not that much.  There's a lot less gaffing goes on these days.