Bolting asparagus

On the walk down to the village to pick up the papers I bumped into the local farmer.  He was looking quite stressed, partly because of the warmth, and ‘the drought’, new thought which has meant that the asparagus is bolting ahead of what is normally his most lucrative season.  Even the forecast rain isn’t going to help but he conceded it might slow things down a bit.  Also he let 22 cattle into the field by our house, whilst we were in London at the theatre earlier in the week and they charged round the field and out through the other side, crashing through hedge and barbed wire.  He has only managed to recover 12 and so 10 bullocks are wandering in the woodland above the lane. He’s receiving calls from all over but of course by the time he’s got there the cows have moved on.  Indeed this evening I texted him that I could see three below the woodland above our house.  ‘I know’ I got back. 

We had a more peaceful day (although I am not not worrying about the cows and the asparagus) going into Peef in the morning for chores and having a quick lunch at Madeleine’s Kitchen.  I then went on for a cup of tea with Mum and Jono joined with Plum in tow.  Nice to catch up. 

Back home, watered the pots.  V cooked supper and we watched the first o the the new Black Mirror.  Somewhat depressing but a good social fable. 

I saw a pair of swallows above the field.  They’re back!