We went on a fantastic walk with my French group today. It took us into the Yorkshire Dales, beyond Ilkley, a town northeast of Leeds.
Apart the conversation, which included learning about where my daughter might get the chance to have a go at playing the harp, as well as of course the exercise and the views, as we headed back towards Ilkley, I noticed that someone had left runner bean seedlings out to be taken away by passersby. Free to a good home.
How could I resist? Especially as I had had in mind the possibility of growing some in the latest hugel bed while it settles down, before moving the blueberry bush.