Five degrees Celsius...
Oh dear. Huge apologies again to my winter garden. Came home from two music rehearsals, no rain or wind, so I put on my waders and went into the water race to clean the Gunnera patch upstream of Middle Bridge.
Too cold to clean up
Didn't even last an hour. It was five degrees Celsius, and my hands were soon very wet and very cold. It started drizzling, and I tried to keep going. But pretty soon I scuttled back into the house to shiver myself warm in front of the log burner.
Too wet to bonfire
Could have started off my bonfire, but didn't (the stuff I needed to burn would have been too wet anyway). Now I can't find my camera. Oops. Hope it isn't outside somewhere hanging up in a tree.
Mid-winter Pink!
Saturday 27th June
Am slightly redeemed. The temperature was slightly higher today, and I was able to work properly for three hours. Processed a lot of the Gunnera mess, took six barrow loads to the dumping place underneath the hedge. Then got into the water to trim the rest of Middle Garden's clumps. Worked away until my hands just got too cold. Did my best.
My camera is safe...
Good news - found my camera safe inside. And Non-Gardening Partner has just tracked down the source of the nasty smell in the kitchen - a dead rat, tucked up in a cosy nest it had built underneath the fridge. Eek! How gross! One of the Fred cats probably caught it, brought it inside, then lost interest. Thank you sooooo much, Fred, whichever one of you did this. Or were you operating as a tag team?.