Lovely filth down ‘ere…

….to the best garden centre in the world for the necessary items, including a toasted tea cake and a flat white from their splendid cafe, and then back home to play in the filth.

Fruit canes and rhubarb needed relocated and much measuring and remeasuring was done. All achieved with the minimum of disagreement, and just the occasional spat. Gardening is a passionate business you know.

The garden birds are growing accustomed to our travails in the veg plot, and get on with the job of gorging on seed and fat balls without much interest. Except the Robin, he watches us intently from the hedge and, when safe to do so, zips in behind me to feast on the fat, juicy earthworms.

Is it my imagination or is the soil a little warmer?