Christa's dad has an allotment to die for. Secret garden, wood burner, workshop, kitchen, flushing rainwater toilet and upstairs bedroom. All backing onto a beautiful deer park. Put it on the spit at Hengisbury head with the other 'non-permanent structures' and it would be worth 200 thousand like all the rest of 'em.
Chester the dog, as always, went down a storm. Like every good dog, Chester preys on the weak and the vulnerable- then sits under their chair with beseeching eyes waiting for tit bits. Works every time. Meanwhile, a red deer was scared from her newborn by a hedge strimmer. Naughty as it was, we went to check its health. After a check for broken bones, it was happy to skit away from us and find shade nearby.
Our allotment needs some serious tending after a fortnight away. The slugs have had a field day and the grass has started seeding. Looks like we will have to replant our carrots. Very few took from our 1st sowing. Just enough time to get some more in the ground before we head over to Wales for another holiday. I love Summer!
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