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Quite day on the allotment.

Picnic on the fishing chair, in the warm sun, sheltered from the wind in the alder bush. Chirping of children at play behind, bit of global warming drifting across the sky. Saucissson sec (de chez Sainsbury), bread and water.

Now started on taking the willow down. Only not mine, the one a couple of vacant allotments down. This one will furnish bean poles as well as wands. Planted eight wands so far - for a sort of hedge between the pampas grass and the teazel bed.

The quality of grass cutting continues to irritate. The council contractor - grass maintenance professionals no doubt with diplomas from High Down to prove it - is really hopeless. Some oik sits on a sit and ride lawn mover with his head phones on crashing about without a care in the world. Never mind about raising and lowering the cutter to allow for the ground. Or not cutting the grass at all because it is too wet. More later...