It’s been a strange week; strange to spend so much of it loitering round indoors gazing through the window at moody looking skies and then strange to venture to the plot yesterday when the rain finally stopped and to see so little activity. January is usually full of life because us plot holders are impatient folk and even if there’s not a lot we can actually be doing we still like to be there, a bit of tidying up, some measuring up for a new veg bed or just putting the world to rights over a cup of coffee.
This sign is normally in position on the main path to stop it getting too broken up and therefore difficult to mow later in the year, what is less usual is to see it right by the gate so that cars cannot come onto the site at all. The ground is so wet now that it’s almost impossible to navigate even a wheel barrow around the site, so while we’d normally be getting the green house stocked up with bags of seed compost and other bits and pieces, we’re at a standstill.
Derek ever the optimist is determined to crack on with his next project over the weekend, a new cold frame, but it looks like this weekend might be seed catalogues for me.
Oh and don’t let the sunshine in these photographs fool you, there was a sudden shower, I got soaked!