The edge of my allotment plot has been tidied up considerably! It's quite fun hacking at grass that's as tall as your shoulders. I bought pruning shears (nevermind spending my wages on new album releases - gardening equipment is where it's at now, for me!). It's damned hard work, especially in heat. But another plot-holder was about, doing the same, and we chatted in between our work. Halfway through the evening, a nearby plot-holder came over with a parcel of freshly picked berries from their plot for us to eat! So kind! They tasted so richly juicy and good - strawberries and raspberries. Just before I packed up, another gardener in our midst was weaving their way through the plots to get at some elderberry trees. He was picking them for the incredible champagne you can make with them. That stuff is out of this world. I wouldn't mind cooking up my own. I'll invest in a step-ladder to pick off the flowers if I have to - fruity booze, please! I planted a fourth courgette plant, then watered my three slug-ravaged courgettes and no-show potatoes before heading off. After all my hard work, I returned home, to cook a roast dinner, and the ice cold cider I had waiting for me in the fridge was so hard-earned, and so good to sup.
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