Home from the plot cold and very wet, my own fault, what was intended as a quick visit turned into three hours. I potted on three trays of butter head lettuce yesterday, they dislike being handled in the heat so I wanted to check that they’d recovered. They had, but the rain must have been heavy in the night because the broad beans had fared less well and needed staking and the cloche covering the pea shoots and radishes had fallen to one side, although that may have been caused by a fox.
I also wanted to carry out a slug patrol, we’ve been free of them to date, just the odd snail, but of course that won’t last. Then it was an hour spent on Bob’s plot drinking coffee, listening to the rain fall on the corrugated iron roof and watching the robins and blue tits delight in freshly turned earth.