Turning Over

A heavy mist lingered all day, and the allotments were unusually empty. We had a really relaxing couple of hours on our plot, and with Mum's help really made some progress with the damned weeds. We were ill-prepared for lunch and made do with a bag of Quavers and some mince pies Mum's neighbour made (of which G ate them all). When we could turn no more, we had a wander round the other plots and felt quietly smug that ours is no longer the worst.
The afternoon has been spent drinking tea and watching a film and getting ready for work tomorrow. The weekends go so quickly!