Somewhere far away an old man was sent shopping. Go and buy some fresh meat for supper, his wife said. So off he hobbled to the nearest market and because there was a huge range to choose from and because he was a bit confused and all of a dither he returned with a bag of mushrooms and a few live bats for a stew. And just because of that we discovered, in the depths of Friston Forest, a dew pond.
Cause and effect, you see. Live animal market in Wuhan…coronavirus…UK lockdown…sunny weather…long walks…bingo: dew pond discovery. To prove it here’s the walk (10700 steps, 7.6km and 26 floors climbed if you’re interested):
And another example: chatting to a Westdean neighbour about her mum’s isolation care led on to her recommending Matt the Cat for some roofing problems we’ve got here. Leaking gutters, slipping slates, nesting jackdaws, that sort of thing. Well, Matt came up trumps: friendly, efficient and a quarter of the cost of a superior local firm. Not that he pleased the jackdaw family.
Proof if needed that life is unpredictable and at the mercy of events. Just like Harold Macmillan said, wise old bird.
Time we changed the subject. Time too to repot our Cretan orange tree and because Rosie says she was asked recently (by a non-gardener) how to do it, here’s how: first get it out of greenhouse. Get tree out of pot. Trim roots. Replace old soil with new. Put tree back into pot. Water well. And Bob’s your uncle.
And that’s it. Another exhausting week. Time to sit back and enjoy the garden.
