An occasional record of jobs on the holding and walks off it. Mostly written in the evening, mostly about the weather.
The top hinge had worked loose from the post and the gate was dragging a groove in the track.
Laying drops with the light and there is nothing to be done about it short of a bulb in the house, which I do not do.
Late cut this year, after the yellow rattle had set seed.
Four beds in rotation: brassicas where the beans were, roots where the brassicas were, potatoes in the manured bed, and legumes in the bed the potatoes cleaned.
The bottom of the field is always three degrees colder than the top on a still night, because cold air drains downhill and pools where the hedge stops it.
The wood below the house is white with it for about three weeks.