I nipped to the Hill tonight & picked some sweetpeas, & some BROAD BEANS (barry plot 19) & PEAS (hsl newick) for tea.
David-other-half was there, confined entirely to his shed, hammering. Given that all I could hear was an intermittent & loud banging sound, & that I didn’t actually see him at all, it did cross my mind that he might be trapped in the shed trying to attract my attention, but thought it unlikely, so I didn’t go & investigate further. If he is still there tomorrow, I’ll go & let him out.
Reg-next-plot was in full-on spray mode – a vat of liquid, pump action spray wand to hand, goggles, the lot – all of which was to combat pea & bean moth, he said.
Once he emerged, we got chatting about when to harvest shallots – he’s lifted his already & left them to dry on the surface – & the 3-potatoes-in-a-growbag competition that he’s organised for the both the allotment holders & Social Club members.
He scoffed at those people who think they are doing really well as they have enormous green growth, overwhelming the growbag saying, “it’s what’s underneath the soil that counts!”, to which I heartily agreed & showed him my modest potato growbag.
He stared seriously for a long moment at my growbag, & eventually filled the ensuing silence with “ah, well, it’s only a bit of fun, isn’t it?”
Hardly a vote of confidence, but at least the beans & peas tasted good!