But it would be churlish to moan, with long light evenings, glorious sunshine & new crops to pick at every step at the Hill.

After giving me a tray of cabbage seedlings & 'I think that these are lettuce, but I'm not sure' seedlings (they look like brassicas to me), pointed to some scavenged corrugated plastic on the back and said, 'Guess what that is?'
'Er - corrugated plastic?'
'Aha, yes, but do you know what it's for?', he asked, beaming. 'It's for my CHICKEN RUN!'
I established that he wasn't going to keep chickens on plot 4A, but follow JB's example & have some ex battery chickens at home, & once he'd gone whistling off to his plot, I pondered on what the going rate is for barter of homemade wine v's the supply of eggs.

Covering the bushes has meant that the birds haven't got there before me (with the grizzly exception of a fat pigeon who met his sad demise tangled in the netting - I felt terrible about this until I saw how the pigeons had treated any pea plants that had dared to stray from inside the pea frame) & I must check on how to prune the bushes which can easily be done at the same time as fruit picking, as I recall.

And strawberries & strawberries & strawberries, but that's another story...