Weeding and Slugging

David had to work this weekend in the lab, so there was no chance to get up to the Peak District to climb. So after dangling around the house in the morning, I knew I just had to spend my afternoon at the allotment. Crowded car park, but I found a place to squeeze in and get all my tools out of the boot. I had barely arrived at my site when my ‘neighbour’ Rino called out and called me over for a visit.

He doesn’t speak much English, but we muddled on. And we had a sweet trot around his greenhouse and plot. He kindly walked the length of my site to see what I had, but I had so little to show it was a bit embarrassing – this is where the peas will go, this is where the cabbages will be etc. And he has artichokes.

By the time I extracted myself from socialising, I was dead keen to start. Today was just Weeding and Slugging and I must say I made great progress.

I even managed to get to the little shop for a break (chock full of people paying their annual fees) and spent big – plastic covers for sticks, twine, huge bundle of flower sticks, twelve 8 foot canes.

Gabriel in the queue behind me;
You’re not going to put your beans in yet are you? That would be crazy
No, of course not, it’s just that I’m not often up on a Saturday when the shop is open.
Phew. I didn’t look like an idiot. And all this booty cost me a mighty £5.10. I do love a subsidised garden centre.

I went back and weeded until I couldn’t take the rumbling tummy and went back home, happy at 4pm.