The potting shed.....

There is a sort of old order.

A generation where Dad / grandad was out the garden pottering in his shed.

The old man would be hiding pretending to be busy.

This familly now has the oposite, management is outside in her bedford hoops shed.

She has tomatoes and cucambers and all sorts growing in there, pure recycling.

The frame work is Bedford truck, the sides are scaffold protection sheet. The base is re used polythene wrapping for big bales, the whole ensemble is held down with big baulks of firewood timber.

In the field management has salad beds. That is the old concrete water tank we pulled out last year that is in three sections. each of these sections is full of earth and now full of plants all safe from snails.

But of course snails are not the only predators.

Management reckoned without Deimund. That's not a type of snail it's a tomcat who loves salad.

Some of the lettuce has been pulled out and eaten. Incriminating cat prints are in evidence and the man himself is often seen over there.

When confronted, as usual, he affects total feline "wern't me gov" innocence, with an over lay that implies he is just as puzzled as we are where the salad all went.

Paw marks?

"I was framed your honour...."

R