A very productive weekend, I must say - not least for the local plumber who will have to be called out to replace my basin this week as it is now in a million pieces, but more of that later.
It's been cold again, with the heavy frosts meaning that top inch or two of soil at the Hill is still frozen solid. I wasn't planning on digging much, though - my aim was to (finally!) finish the fruit beds.
I was knocking in the stakes of the final bed when Rhubarb Brian came along. "This is looking really good," he said.
"Thank you," I beamed, "I'm not sure what I'll do with myself next winter when this lot is all finished! Mind you, I've nearly run out of screws to finish fixing this bed, then there's the weed supressent & bark chippings for the paths before I can say it's done."
"Don't you go buying nails or screws when I'm around!" he said, "what do you need? I've got a shedful - I'll go & get some for you, " & off he trotted round the corner home to fetch some.
Whilst he was gone, I dug up some PARSNIPS (hollow crown) - I need 7lb for this year's batch of wine - & also some for Brian when he got back with the screws as a thank you. They are the ones from the seed tape that I put in at the end of May, & they are straight as a die - fantastic!
I went back to the fruit bed & just about managed to finish the fixing the levelled boards to the stakes before the cordless screwdriver ran out of power.
I filled the bed with manure from the skip - wrestling with Reg-next-plot's wheelbarrow - then brushed up the manure that I'd dropped all over the path, & emptied the new batch of manure from the bags into the skip, folding & packing the bags away.
And the crazy-paving basin at home? Well that's to do with the wine - more of which in due course...