It was the trailer run today. I hung onto the trailer so I could move some stone for my paths. I started with the long path near the ditch but after a very few minutes of wrestling with the weed suppressing membrane my patience was all used up. I turned my attention to the short paths that lead to the ditch side path instead. The membrane was easier to handle. Once the muck was in the poo bin I trundled up to the stone pile and filled the trailer. On my return I parked the trailer outside my plot an started to barrow the content of the trailer up to the middle path. It went easy enough. Luckily the trailer load completed the path. It had taken an hour to do this path. I thought I will have a go at the other short path, the one just inside the gate, on the left. I would need another trailer load.
Haz had been wandering about huffing and puffing bored with duties on his own plot. I suggested that he might like to fill the trailer with me. He was off like a shot to get a shovel. Once again at the stone pile withe trailer positioned just so, I watched him wrestle with his shovel. I had to stop him and give me a little lesson in the use of a shovel. Spades are for digging, shovels for.....shovelling, that why they have a cranked handle. Once I stopped him "digging" and he started using the shovel properly he was an instant help. The trailer was loaded and we drove back. Haz was summonsed to tidy up his plot before going home loaded down with spuds and Broad Beans. I emptied the trailer a barrow at a time. However this time a trailer load was not enough. I had to get another trailer load and that turned out to be a little too much. never mind, once the rain was been on it the path will compact and the surface level will drop.
By 12.30pm I had had enough. Only mad dogs and English men go out in the midday sun, as the song goes. I had left the strimmer in the car overnight so I decided, whilst it was to hand, I would run the strimmer round the plot until the strimmer wire wore out. Ten minutes later I was done. I cut a couple of head of cabbage, Greyhound. Sagely Steve arrived at this point in his Landy. I had a pang. I won't have Degsy back for a month or more. One of my neighbours stopped H in town the other day and asked what had happened to Degsy. She thought he had been sold. H allayed her fears. Even Degsy has his fans.
I took the trailer back to the stables and dropped off one of the head of cabbage. I then went on to the apiary. All is well there. One hive is struggling because it is chock full of honey and the bees won't draw new comb. The other hives have drawn comb but they too are filling up and it is not yet mid July. When I got home I had a bit of lunch.
I went to empty the car and give it a wash. The red dust was deep on the car from running across the farm. It was very dry up there. The car has not been cleaned for ages so it took a while to get the muck off. I took pity on H and did her car when mine was done. I got distracted when I was tidying up my push bike. I found the instructions for the handlebar computer so I went through the set up again. I keep pressing the wrong buttons when I am out and un-setting the damn thing. I tightened the cleats on my shoes and reset the releases on the pedals. H called me in, the Tour de France was on so we sat there with a nice cold beers and watched the riders toil up a mountain for our amusement. Then it was tea time, spuds and cabbage for the lottie, Bacon from the nice butcher followed by Strawbs and Rasps from the garden.
A bit later H was pottering in the garden and I got roped in. It was only light pottering with watering the greenhouse. As soon as big bro came on I retired to t'interweb for research on bees, cycling jerseys and carburetors leaving H and Miss L to shout at the TV. Next weekend is the tea party and Steve's summer bash so I don't think much is getting done next weekend.
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