We made it up to the plot yesterday, but did not achieve quite as much as we had hoped….
We both like moon boots.
Keener’s nan kindly gave her a pair that she no longer needed. When she arrived at Beener’s house wearing them, Beener got a little bit jealous and decided to put hers on. They are swankier and have trainer type soles.
So we set off mid afternoon determined to plant our first early potatoes, aspargus, and our onions.
We both started to dig the trench for our tatties. About 5 minutes into digging, we both looked up and admitted to ourselves and to each other that it was a stoopid idea to wear those bloody moon boots. It hurt and these piccies illustrate the cumbersome nature of our chosen footwear.
We both admitted defeat and decided that the trench should be dug another day. This attitude toward trench-digging duty, was certainly not of the calibre that won the war.
All was not lost and we managed to plant out our aspargus crowns – they looked a little bit mouldy and forlorn – but we shall see..
We also sowed carrot, brocolli and tomato in the beds in our green-house. We fashioned a cloche over them to keep them extra toasty warm, with the use of thin strips of bendy ply-wood that we had salvaged previously and some clear plastic sheeting.
It was getting dark by the time we had finished and we had a lovely view over Bristol from our Green House.
We learnt a coupla things yesterday:
1) Do not wear moon boots when you’re trying to dig, they are warm -yes, they are pretty cool – yes, but they simply do not provide enough protection for your feet! We’ll stick to our steel-toe capped boots next time!
2) We are both a bit faffy and rubbish when we try to go to the allotment mid-afternoon. We get a lot more done if we go down first thing in the morning….
So an early start was planned for the following day..