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There was a bit of a surprise waiting for me (and a couple of joggers) at the end of the all weather path this morning. I don’t know if it was caused by the big winds we had yesterday or by some kids with nothing better to do, but it certainly caused a bit of consternation regarding proper social distancing procedure.
I’m being somewhat facetious. Obviously the joggers who almost collided with each other were just focussed on the run, as they tend to be, and didn’t realise a massive branch had fallen. The person in the distance of the photograph merely walked behind the tree, showing how social distancing could be achieved even with the unexpected falling of foliage.
That was about as exciting as my trip to and from Waitrose proved to be. Well, if you ignore the fact that the traffic was a lot heavier down Castle Street and that Starbucks has finally re-opened though for takeaway only. Sadly, I can’t buy coffee in takeaway cups because I don’t have a third hand.
Back at home, after blogging, I set to working in the garden.
Mirinda wanted me to prepare a new bed at the beginning of Carmen’s Sweet Escape. This entailed moving a big stepping stone then digging and grinding the soil to a decent depth and grain size.
It was actually very pleasant work, particularly given I had Jay Rayner to listen to while I toiled in the soil.
It was soon ready for the addition of some plants.
Mirinda ordered some big plugs from Sarah Raven a while back, and they have started, slowly turning up. These, along with a tray of plants she grew from seed, were the lucky ones.
Given my abhorrence for symmetry, I tried to scatter them as randomly as possible. It will prove interesting when the flowers all appear. Once planted, I put up the little metal fence to protect them from marauding cockerpoos.
Or, rather, cockerpoo. Emma is notorious for just running over things in the pursuit of a ball or odd bit of stick. Freya, on the other hand, tends to dodge around things. And, speaking of our littlest family member, we met another dog called Freya today.
And there was me thinking ours was the only one.
It was in Crondall, where we took our walk today.
On the cricket ground there was a gathering of dogs and owners and two little white fluff balls who decided to come and say hello to our two. For once, our two were well-behaved and almost sociable.
The owner of the fluff balls called them back once they started wandering away from us. One of the fluff balls was called Freya. This caused great confusion with our Freya as she bounced over to this complete stranger who knew her name.
The name thing made me think about our previous dog names. Obviously we’ve heard of millions called Day-z (though spelled differently) and it’s not a stretch to imagine many an Alice. We’ve also discovered at least one other Emma. Brad I’m not so sure about and Carmen seems to be unique.
Not that it matters. After all, there’s an awful lot of humans called Gary; particularly born in the 1950’s.
Our walk around the fields of Crondall was lovely. The wheat is growing well, the beans are starting to appear, and the green is delightfully varying in shade. The day wasn’t too hot, so the walk was very pleasant.
We even ran into Sprocket and his owner. We met them and chatted for a bit about a month ago. It was even in the same spot. Most odd.
Less odd is the shed progression. Though I still have no idea what it’s going to be used for, it really is starting to take shape. Sadly there’ll be little opportunity to see inside now that most of the walls have been added.
The floor remains hard core. I can only assume they will lay the screed once the site is protected in order to allow it to ‘go off’ properly. I only know about that because it’s what happened with our extension.
The shed is like a full stop at the end of our walk. I’m going to miss it as the world moves towards summer and Mirinda starts suffering from the pollen. The phrase ‘harvest is hell’ springs to mind.
My little mantra will ever be: never forget the harvest at East Worldham.
