Oli, myself and to a lesser extent Mr Bigglesworth continued to dig the earth today, preparing the beds to a fine tilth and adding plenty of nice juicy home grown compost. A local pub has offered all is veg peelings for the mix which is fab, cool and groovy and of course so environmentally right on we might all drown in pools of smug satisfaction. Oli has suggested we continue to plant hardy annuals to the end of next week and as he professes to have been brought up on a flower farm we all nod in agreement and feign interest as he tells of the time he rode a great white charger in the Last Hurrah of the Savoia Cavalry Regiment in 1942…he seems to have been in quite a few campaigns over the last 120 years. Still he knows his Scabiosa from his Cosmos and down here in the mud and the blood and the beer, that’s what counts.
Ranners and his exceptional underwater Labrador.