…but it’s dirty!

…I need my faith in sustainability renewing almost as much as my electricity supply…

…don’t say I never give you owt…

…and, unlike a worm, it didn’t shit on me…

A lean, mean digging machine…

What a shock. Rain. How lovely.

I’m now the proud owner of 550 grams of top quality organic green mature making beans.

…I�m certainly not daft enough to suggest it won�t be raining again by the weekend but for now, just for now, the sun is out and the rain has stopped.

…rain, clouds, sun, clouds, rain, clouds, sun, clouds, rain, clouds, sun, clouds… and repeat…

…and the stoats and the voles went in two by two as the band played on and the Head Burro slowly wept tears that, if truth be told, added to the problem… the fool!

Get well soon, Colin

…since the rush of July ‘05. Hooooooweee! Now there was a busy time!

What are these wonder beans? I hear you mumble whilst trying not to catch my eye. Well let me tell you, for they are wondrous and beany…

But whilst I, Head Gardener and Chief Wild Burro, was being such an industrious little bunny, what was the mistress of the house up to?

…this digging lark is some of the hardest physical work I have ever done…

How we wept as the tea was split by a badly placed board…