Bangers and mash, Laurel and Hardy, Gin and Tonic, all inseparable just like torrential rain and a mushroom compost delivery. Ok perhaps I have to work on the scan a little but I think you get the gist. Our brilliant supplier of brown gold arrived today bang on cue, exactly one week and two hours late, which to be honest in North Devon Time (NDT) is pretty prompt. Had to wait for the rain you see. After an impressive reverse-with-trailer into Damage drive and an even more impressive exit myself, Hero and Mr Bee unloaded the bags. This was all supervised with aplomb by Bosswoman who made helpful comments and noises of encouragement (giggles). As the bags have been previously used for growing mushrooms (the clue is in the name) they are fully open along the top end so to successfully move these without mucky and smelly consequences requires a combination of strength and subtlety. At the end of the exercise I was covered in it and Hero was clean as a whistle. Hmm. I felt strangely lonely at the supermarket this evening.
This photo of self seeded foxgloves in the Med Bed was taken yesterday. There may have been the odd moment today when it looked vaguely like this but the wind and the rain may well have distorted the view somewhat. I think we should dwell on yesterday’s view.