On Tuesday, there was an horrific multiple pile-up on the M62, which had major repercussions for getting home that evening. So, I eventually got off the standstill bus and ran to the train station.
I got even more exercise by then needing to walk the mile or so home at the other end. However, this was definitely a silver lining, as I was able to forage elderflower, which in turn led to a conversation about making elderflower champagne with a passerby.
I also noticed a portaloo
in a neighbouring rhubarb field. Somehow, it had never occurred to me that farmers might benefit from one of these, though I hadn’t dwelled on why they might not, either.
Anyway, my own gardening antics have been largely chopping and watering. It was supposed to rain today – but that has now been pushed to next week. In fact, the rain which was forecast for today should originally have happened a week ago.
Most stuff is bearing up well, apart from the baby apple tree. Its poor leaves have all curled up, so I’ve taken to lifting the plastic sheeting round it in order to get some water down. Hopefully, that will be sufficient to help it develop.