Merry Christmas!
To Yorkshire
Love in the Laundrette
Two of a kind, we have so much in common
I thought, as I cycled past her on the Common
Our bags were stuffed with soiled belongings
Was she lonely too? Filled with untold longings?
I could write a tune, a poem or a play for her
Knowing that soon I would make a play for her
Although our eyes had met only moments ago
Once inside, I decided to give it a go
Cried: 'Let's put our clothes into the same wash!'
The look of horror told me that it wouldn't wash
'Let's save time and money. Share our washing powder.'
But she turned her back and snapped, 'Take a powder.'
She needed her own machine. To run her own cycle.
So I unloaded, and lonely, rode home on my cycle.
Roger McGough
Cobbles
Otherwise turning the compost; transporting the nitrogen heavy, lemon smelling fruit and veg scraps from home through the streets of restalrig, risking earning myself a nickname of stinky johnny from the kids by the vennel, to mix with the crops.. Six months from now!!
Have to dash: the blog has now gone live... And colski's here at the gate to share a brew and celebrate thedons cuffing the hibbees by 4 goals to 1! Might even get him to guest blog! Another first for the warm shoots!
Hugettes
garlic harvested
Homecooked productions - Beyond Rhubarb and Custard!
Good thing about allotmenteering is sharing the produce round when the glut comes. Having received the rhubarb, good pals Matt and Kate spent a long time at their kitchen table, chopping and trying things out before coming up with the following - Rhubarb and Strawberry Crumble!
Primos - summer cabbages
aminopyralid
the view from here
you shower
We're going on a spud hunt
Shovel our Shit day
the power plant
Ah the good old days when i worked freelance and had mondays off! Got home from Skye late last night, and so spent the day dottering before getting down at 4pm. Just enough time to get the salads going - mizuna, red salad bowl, webbs wonderful, all year round, cos and romaine.