Treasure for a pound

It is the spring equinox is upon us so time to visit the potato men of Newall. My order of seed spuds was ready and waiting. This year I am trying Sharpes Express as a first early. Then we have the old favorites, white Duke of York and Cara. H came with me. We sat there waiting for the old giffers in front us collect their orders. One chap had bags and bags of chemicals. Has he never heard of horse manure? As usual I have bought too many seed potatoes.

I went to the lottie for a few hours. I was trying to get the path adjasent to the ditch completed. By the end of the stint I had competed half of the path. It is heavy work so I was glad to get a text from H to say she was off to collect Miss L from the train station. Now Degsy is fitted out I was able to have a brew. My new lottie neighbours came down to start fettling their new plot. The plot has been well looked after for the past few years so it should not take them long to get the plot the way they want it.

Miss L was back home for the weekend so no lottie on Sunday. I ran the trailer back up to the stables though. When I got back I made breakfast. We went a car boot sale, Miss L was looking for something. I got a piece of treasure, a metal carrying box with a random collection of bits in it for £1. The chap was glad to be rid of it. At home I ferreted in the box and found some good items the rest of it went for recycling or the bin. I got three trays ready and tipped the seeds spuds into the trays, one variety in each tray. The Duke of Yorks and Cara went into the shed. The Sharpes Express were put in the greenhouse hopefully to bring the Sharpes on and hold back the the others.

H has been "tiding up" in the garden. H has cut back the jungle that ajoins the pond. Whilst surveying the devastation I cast my eye about and saw that the minarets Pear tree buds are bursting. It is couple weeks ahead of it neighbouring Apples. The clocks go forward next week so the evening will stay lighter for much longer.