Allotment Absentees

Last weekend my neighbour (and fellow allotmenteer) popped his head over the garden wall to to ask the dreaded question:  “How’s the allotment going?”  He informs me that I should be digging up ground, and planting broad beans.  But, with ground like this, we’ve had every reason not to..

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It was a beautiful, frosty morning down on the allotment today, but the ground was far too hard to dig.  The fact that we were the only people down there gave us a little hint that today is not the day for allotmenteering.

And with winter walks, homemade projects and bitter cold, we’ve found plenty to distract us from the serious business of vegetables.

Allotment plans on hold, we wandered through Northwood Park, for some serious tree appreciation.  Tom pointed out the London Plane, the Lebanese Cedar, the Turkey Oak, and the Robin Hood Oak.  (The latter name being our own invention.)  The texture of the bark, the way they spread their canopy, the various occupants; trees are pretty inspiring.

Starry Night

Well, we didn’t get any snow.  But, we did get a beautiful starry night.  Tom has been sharing some star knowledge with me, and I’ve enjoyed learning some new things.  Now, I can spot Orion, and just make out the Pleaides on a clear night.  I have a better idea of how enormous our galaxy is, and how many others there are.   It’s daunting, but inspiring.  After all, we are all made of stars.

Knitting up a storm

Sunday has been filled with hours out clearing the garden, baking cookies and crumble, and exploring our pebbly beaches. It’s been so grey and still, with talk of snow on the radio. Oh, if only! I’ve been sitting by the fire, knitting up a storm, and hoping the weather will take the hint. This snowy Pullman book describes a world in which everyone has a daemon. I’d like to think mine would be a red squirrel; busy, always well-stocked for food, and happiest when outside.

Local love: Briddlesford

Briddlesford has long had a great little farm shop. It’s a welcome stop for supplies mid-bike ride, and has plenty of yummy goodies and local produce. What with the good thing they already had going, I was excited when I first heard of their plans to open Bluebells Cafe. And they didn’t disappoint. The distances people travel (by Island standards) to come for a bite to eat here is testament to it’s greatness.

Today, we travelled here via Combley Great Wood. Tom and I are both reading books on trees and enjoyed exploring this unfamiliar spot. After a few wrong-turns and running back for missing gloves, we were pretty hungry. After all, half the point of a walk is the well-deserved cup of tea at the end.

This great little place gives me business envy. With good strong coffee, plenty of local food options and friendly staff, Bluebells is a treat. The polished concrete floor, woodburner and lush loos (yes, it matters!) just add to it’s perfect-stop status. This feels like local business at it’s best.
We never found the missing glove, but we did go home with full tummies and plans to return soon.

Happy Weekend!

Yesterday was a gorgeous sunny day here in Cowes and I was lucky to be at home to enjoy it. I was busy contemplating spring garden plans. This involved lots of sitting and pondering over a cup of tea. Hard work, but someone has to do it..