It was just me working on the allotment this morning, so after collecting one trug full of manure, I decided that was much better as a two-person job and best left for another time. Slipping up and down the bank with a load of manure on a particularly frosty morning was probably not the most well-thought out plan.
I decided to do some general tidying up instead, cutting dead leaves off the brassicas, clearing the annuals out of the beds and sorting out the compost.
The brussel sprouts (above) are finally showing signs of being big enough to grace the Christmas dinner table; it was touch and go for a while there...
Paul turned up late morning full of cold, but stayed long enough for a chat and a cuppa. It was good to have some company, although I had plenty of feathered friends this morning, with thrushes, blackbirds, great tits, and even a spectacular view of the red kite soaring overhead against a blue sky.
They were all interested in the freshly turned ground that the council cleared for us out the front of the allotment, which means I've now got a much better idea of what we're dealing with in terms of the space.
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