Been down at Big ‘Oose for the last two days waiting for a package to be delivered, always a bit of a hit-and-miss affair in casual Spain. Took the opportunity of getting some hardcore broadband time in; a friend sent me a link to tupc.org, which led me on a fascinating odyssey of Common Law rights in the UK, finishing up with The AntiTerrorist on YouTube. Chilling and arcane reading and viewing. I shan’t bore you here with the details, but broadly speaking, the End is Nigh – again – and the only thing which might save us is an affidavit couched in medieval language invoking our right to Lawful Rebellion as laid down in Charter 61 of the Magna Charter.
I’ve sent mine off; by the time you read this, I may well be the third head from the left on a pike at the Tower of London.
I did manage to get a day in rebuilding the vegetable patch terrace, which has been bugging me ever since I got here. The technique, as regular readers may recall, involves skillfully piling stones up into something that might be mistaken for a wall, backfilling with small stones, and hoping like hell it doesn’t all collapse the next time a robin sits on it.
The smaller the stones used for the backfill the better, but after 3 hours of wearing my hands down picking them up, average stone size tended to creep up a little, and by the end of the day I was chucking in lumps of old breeze block.
I ran out of puff and patience about half way up; hasta manana, I think.
Such peas as have survived the combined assault of gales, aphids and birds are flowering, which is fun. The picture didn’t come out, sadly. But I’ve also discovered what my mystery plants are: artichokes.
Hmm, obviously a hit with the ants; time for the garlic spray I think.
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