Food

It wasn't actually raining, apart from a few spiteful drops, but still grey, windy and cold. Apparently today was the day of St Swithun, who traditionally has some sort of weather forecasting ability. He was a Hampshire lad, though, so I have my doubts.

We went up to the allotment this morning; this is normally a pleasure but it is quite depressing at the moment. The beds are full of weeds (and slugs), the grass on the paths is as high as an elephant (shrew)'s eye and the rats have invaded the shed again, probably flooded out like a lot of humans have been. Their smell is really bad.

The bastards (slugs or snails) have destroyed the majority of the courgettes and climbing beans and all of the squash plants. I salvaged a few broad beans and purple mange-tout and sorted a bit of rocket and other herbs from amongst the grass in the hedgerow. And one globe artichoke. I took the photo after I had washed off all the mud....

...oh, and it's Milton Keynes again tomorrow. Let joy be unconfined.