We had a lovely break in the Borders. As we travelled over hill and dale we looked out of coach windows and commented on other people's crops - oh,look, sweetcorn; they're harvesting over there; potatoes flowering, hmm. Sheep. Sheep again. Cows...
This afternoon it was back to the allotment.
I noticed that after a couple of hours, my nice pink gardening gloves were discarded. I needed to put my hands back in the soil.
It is far more satisfying to be weeding your own stuff than watching others grow.
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