I’m hiding. Inside. It’s almost 6pm and I only stepped out for about an hour this morning before the blast of heat of the day.
To pick broad beans, two courgettes, a fat aubergine, the first dwarf French beans, to untangle the runner beans so that they cover the top of the bed as an umbrella for future plantings, to shudder as I squeezed past the raspberries (still lacerated).
To take myself for a small walk down to the lower terraces. I spotted two flowering verbascums from my eyrie on the terrace at breakfast.
So with proper boots and a pair of secateurs (but no gloves) I ambled down to attend.
It’s not so much a few acres of farm down on these terraces. It’s a wild boar playground. There are animal tracks everywhere. They are not only feasting on the mulberries, but foraging and churning. Mess.
I cut out my verbascums and then decided to see how far I could go without meeting anything snoozing in the waist hight grass.
The old vineyard is a nice bracken paddock, and I can see that strimming the brambles that are growing on all the walls of the terraces is becoming urgent.
And I could do with giving everything a bit of a mow. The grass is long and flattened where the animals have passed.
So instead of taking my raspberry lacerated hands for a walk, I was dangling them like bait for any passing beastie.
Plan B. I have scuttled back and found all sorts of urgent ‘can’t go out today’ jobs.
I have sanded and painted the wood around the windows in our bedroom and the front door.
And then it was on with the varnish in the bathroom furniture (yacht varnish). While I was waiting for it to dry and get a second coat; I painted the inside of said cupboards (Farrow and Ball Hague Blue) so I could be entertained while I unearthed porcelain I haven’t used in a decade.
I even threatened to polish the silver.
But that was a step too far. I picked over a few kilos of black currants instead. It’s still a fruit factory in my fridge. If I’m brave and I can wear a proper pair of gauntlets over my long-sleeved shirt I might venture out and pick up all the weedings from the potager.
Or polish that silver.
Guess which job I choose.