Saturday, 17 October 2015
There's a rat on my fork!
I was down at the allotment, picture the scene, clearing the sweet peas away, weeding, always weeding, and then doing a spot of autumnal digging. I plunged the fork into the ground, pulled it out, but there was something stuck on it. I shook it a bit. Shook it a bit more. Peered closely... and, RAT! Speared on the fork! All the way up the tines! What are the odds??? It was pre-dead, thankfully. But there it was, stuck on the fork. I had to slide it off with a stick and scoop it up with my second-best trowel and pop it into the undergrowth on the other side of the fence. I was talking to myself the whole time. Things like, "Seriously??" and "You have to got to be joking." I'm rapidly becoming the allotment nutter.
I'm almost over the shock now. It took quite a lot of courage to keep digging though I can tell you. And I can hardly think of anything else that's happened. It's certainly cleared my head out.
The last two photos are from a different allotment site. We went to a park in Bristol today and I had a peek into a nearby site. I like to have a nose at other people's plots. Bit of inspiration, bit of motivation. Allotmenteers are great at making stuff from odd bits of wood and leftover junk. It's a real art.
The usual day of football will follow tomorrow. Hurray for dry weather forecasts. CJ xx