Yesterday evening we watched the second episode of series 3 of The Crown, which contained more scenes and dialogue stretching credulity/
Opposite the field occupied by our gimlet-eyed equine friend on South Sway Lane are heaped bags of free horse manure.
We brought one back on 20th and I tipped it out onto the most recent garden compost bin.
Today I added two more.
This of course may not seem much of an effort but the enforced dereliction of my Under Gardener duties consequent upon two knee replacements has ensured that this is the first decent task I have carried out in two years. It involves lifting the savoury material from the back of the Modus, transporting the individual bags to the back drive, lifting each one, turning it topsy-turvy, dropping the contents falling in a solid bag-shape, and raking it level.
It is early days, but it feels ss if I am back gardening.
Wherever we look in the garden today we see daffodils, snowdrops, hellebores, and other spring blooms – and an owl or two.
This afternoon I watched the Six Nations rugby internationals between Scotland and Italy, and between Wales and France.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s roast lamb; sage and onion stuffing; crisp roast potatoes; crunchy carrots; tender cabbage; soft butternut squash; and Coleman’s mint sauce with which the Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank Concha y Toro Casilliero del Diablo Shiraz 2017.