Take your litter home

Carl Reiner died on Monday. I’ve read all over the Internet that he was one of the nicest men in show business. His work was amazing, full of joy, never cruel. What a legend. And it makes me realise that it has to be better to be universally remembered for being a nice guy rather than a horrific monster.

Speaking of horrific…I discovered a strange brown fungus on two of my tomato plants today.

Say hello to Septoria leaf spot. While it doesn’t affect the fruit directly, it can reduce the plant to just a green stick, bearing no fruit at all.

It happens when the leaves get wet. RHS advises the best solution is to cut away any low hanging leaves and be careful when watering. Not that it’s a permanent solution.

Having discovered the identity of my adversary, I took the necessary steps to reduce it’s spread. Hopefully I will have caught it in time.

The rest of my day was spent researching WW1 soldiers. I’m conscious of the end date approaching and, like my fellow volunteers, want to realise Dr B’s dream of 30,000+ records completed by August. As my contribution today, I managed six.

Late in the day, after Mirinda had dealt with all the crap that had to be dealt with, we took the girls to Frensham. Mirinda’s had a rather awful week caused, mostly, by a nasty, nasty employee so a walk around the pond with the wind blowing, was the perfect antidote.

And it was very windy. The pond had waves. The birds were flying backwards. It was gloriously head clearing.

Another great benefit was the lack of crowds.

No families on the ‘beach’, no kids splashing in the water, no dangerous attempts to burn all the lovely heather. It was a delight.

While I welcome the sign, it seems to me that the majority of people who leave their litter and light portable barbecues can’t actually read. Still, it’s nice to see.

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