I kept thinking the Wicked Witch of the West might blow in on today's blustery wind, which was biting cold and took the edge off what could have been a lovely bright winter's day. Still, the horses didn't seem to mind, galloping around the field at the back of the allotment after they'd realised I had yet again failed to come up with the goods (i.e. apples).
Paul gave up battling against the elements after about an hour or so, after clearing some of the wildflower meadow and moving the chicken shed up to the top corner with Alan.
I persevered for just a while longer, taking out the half a dozen dead willow whips that didn't take in the dome and replacing them with some new growth. Although there's no foliage left on the dome now (see below), it was still fairly sheltered compared to elsewhere on the allotment.
I just checked on Accuweather and it appears that, although it was a reasonable 7 degrees today, the wind chill made it feel more like -2. Sounds about right!
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