Spud

I managed another short burst of activity at the allotment, avoiding the hedge as far as possible. I don't think we can ever have grown Maris Pipers before - or if we have they certainly didn't flower in such a noticeable fashion.

When I got back I found Mr Dave who had returned from a long and difficult session with the dentist - he had a quiet afternoon with only a couple of paracetamol for company.