|Football on the radio and a bag full of Pentland Javelins|
I noticed as I got up that there was a fair breeze about, but nothing too serious I thought. By the time I had breakfasted and left for the plot it was of the poly-bags-flying-overhead strength. "This'll be a good test for the polytunnel!" I thought, cheerily. Well, it turns out that the securing of said item into the ground that we did after putting it up last week was nowhere near sufficient, as when I got to our patch the fabric had ripped itself clear of the frame and was now flailing around in the wind, stuck on a neighbour's fence like a stricken... well like a stricken plastic sheet really. It was too windy to properly look at it so I just bunged the cover in the shed, but I think I saw a couple of fatal-looking rips. Bum. At least the metal frame wasn't buggered, so maybe we can get another cover. And this time, really secure the blighter. Bit galling that we never even managed to get a plant in there, but at least this didn't happen when it was full of perishables. Ho hum; lesson learned and all that.
|Frame mercifully unscathed.|
Given the way the day was unfolding it seemed folly to try and plant anything, as no doubt whatever I committed to the soil would be jinxed. Just in the nick of time I reminded myself that there are no such things as jinxes, and that it was safe to go ahead. Phew! In went four rows of "Pentland Javelin" first earlies, which hadn't chitted anything like as much as the "Rocket" we put in a couple of weeks ago, but were still good to go.
I gave the leeks, broad beans, rhubarb, berry bushes, chard and sorrell we have in the ground a good water - the ground really is quite dusty and desiccated - and then, casting round for some sort of feel-good story before I left, noted that a couple of the crocuses we planted in the autumn have finally flowered. I think I'd have rather had a thumping win the the Toon, but sometimes you've got to take what you can.