A deep-deep sleep in my own bed.
Waking to the sound of seagulls on the roofs, people on their way to work, of cars passing by all to the backdrop of Radio 4. The sound of home.
A bright sunny day – a warm welcome thank you.
I pull on my gardening scruffs of old t-shirts, ski socks, fleece lined trousers and my trusty Dr Marten boots, a beanie and scarf complete the look.
I pack my gardening bag – a flask, of tea, a box of fruit and nuts to snack on, pencil and plant labels, tissues, hand cream, notebook and camera, a couple of garlic bulbs to plant and packets of Broad Beans to sow. Off I tramp through the familiar streets to the allotment – I must take you on my walk one day soon, there’s lots to see from a park to old pubs, to trees in bud, see glimpses and wobbly-wonky pavements and houses.
A trip to the plot to assess the ravages of winter. Face up to the brown claggy clay soil, the overgrown brambles, the dislodged netting, the weeds and all manner of other “urgent” jobs that need to be jobbed.
Now it’s time to dig for my dinner – A handful of Leeks, another of Cavolo Nero, a bunch of Parsley, some Salad Leaves and a teeny picking of Purple Sprouting Broccoli- the season’s first and oh so special.
I was going to make a meal of this and that and a bit of the other. A favourite allotment mélange or mash up if you’re not French. But looking for inspiration I found a tempting Puy Lentil, Leek and Poached Egg recipe by Sophie Grigson. It sounds and looks like a tasty meal, we’ll see how it turns out first eh?!
post script – of course the weather has since changed – sea fog rolling in and now rain and low cloud, Spring is here 😉