You would think that with all this marvellous fresh-as-it-can-be veg, I would be a bright eyed healthy whippersnapper ready for some sort of Olympic call up.
This is not true, however, because although I am eating remarkably well, I am also eating remarkably well – fresh young veg & lots of it, generally with a knob of butter – & in order to continue to do so without becoming overly rotund, I have shaken out the hi-vis jacket, blown the cobwebs off the bike & I went to the Hill on two wheels this evening.
Not that there was an awful lot that I wanted to do when I got there, beyond vague thoughts of watering the tomatoes & picking some broad beans for tea.
As I was getting my breath back, David-other-half rolled up, “oh, you've cycled here tonight,” he noted as he walked past me to the back of the plot & busied himself with the hoe.
I was looking at the onions when Jason (behind retired Maureen) came along, “oh, you've cycled here tonight,” he remarked as he strode by with watering can & tomato feed. Not sure if they saw the bike or my strangely puce face.
The onions have started to flop over, so I can start to lift these, then put them in the mini greenhouse at home to dry out properly – a job for the weekend when I have the car with me, perhaps – unless I want to look like a French onion seller cycling home.
I picked the BROAD BEANS (barry plot 19), three sweetpeas to add to the vase at home & watered the peas, then cycled back - it’s downhill home!