Thursday, 10 December 2009

Carry on grazing

I do like old plates. But I do think they look better with a couple of hobnobs on. Or perhaps a piece of freshly made flapjack. Or some chocolate fridge cake.... Ok, I'm stalling for time here. Apparently I'm scaremongering about the houses - it's only a consultation document. But isn't that how things start out? Anyway, all the information is in the public domain, so I'll leave you to make up your own minds. Find it on or pop along to the exhibition at The Activity Zone in Malmesbury. OK, I'll shut about houses now. The sheep can carry on grazing.

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Down in the relative safety of the allotments, things are burgeoning - at least they are on my plot, despite my stalwartly No Dig approach. Some strawberry plants have appeared (thank you, Henry) and a lovely blackcurrant bush (thank you, Philip). I must say, I wasn't too sure about this no-dig business, but it certainly seems to be working for me.

"You need a mound for the strawberries," John points out helpfully.

"And you'll need to dig a trench if you want some raspberry canes," suggests Philip.

I busily dig my trench and construct my mound, carefully planting each strawberry plant along the ridge of the summit. Then I pop back home to fetch some vegetable peelings from the compost pot to line the trench, and I'm feeling quite pleased with myself until John points out that my mound and my trench are too close to each other and I won't be able to pick my raspberries without standing on my strawberries.

"I could always pick them from the other side," I point out. But John's expression tells me this isn't the Proper Way, and besides, it would probably entail treading on the other John's carrots. So I spend another hour carefully un-planting my strawberries and painstakinly moving my mound six inches to the West. Much to the amusement of the other gardeners.

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Elsewhere, life carries on pretty much as always. Arthur seems to be making an amazing recovery from his car accident last month and is already home from hospital and getting about the house. The Little Somerford tree is up and draped with sparkly lights and everybody seems to be getting ready for Christmas. Everybody except me, that is. Better start mixing that Christmas cake. Might just treat myself to a couple of hobnobs first...


  1. What a very pretty plate. We spent all summer treading on strawberries whilst picking raspberries.

  2. Scaremongering, eh? Hmmm, better leave the sheep to do what sheep do then.

    Good for you replanting your strawberries - having to do that would have tested my very limited patience to the end and there would have been a serious danger of simply pulling them up and going home. But there, you'll have the satisfaction of your very own double-planted strawberry crop.

  3. Very Purple Cooish plate. But those hobnobs look evil. Not up to speed on the houses. Will have to go and browse. And is this a code: 'sheep may safely graze' does that mean the sea is calm and all is well? Do you say it to men in Burberry's in pubs with Hungarian accents? Did the dog Bach in the night? No, so sheep may safely graze. Listen I shall say this only once!

  4. Now I understand about the plans and houses. Ah zo! But I have a cunning plan for you! A very cunning plan. It's too cunning to put here so you'll have to see my comment on your previous entry. Ve have vays of making diese beampten change their minds.