Mud .....

The following Sunday inspired by the progress of the following weekend, I return to complete the rest of the row.  It is cold and wet and I am the sole person at the allotments.

I start digging, by now the soil is even wetter and it is effectively just mud.  Big clods are sticking to the fork and it is very heavy to lift.  Mindful of my back, I resort to digging with a hand trowel and working on my hands and knees.  Progress is much, much slower.

After a few hours I am frozen and have only completed a third of what I did the previous week.  I give up and return home with very muddy boots!