Today I was that man.
In the morning Scamp was out at FitSteps. I stayed at home because I’d promised to fix the upstairs front windows that screeched when you opened them. Some lithium grease and a shot or two of WD 40 sorted that and now they open easily, or at least better than they did.
It was in the afternoon that we started work on the front garden. Scamp did most of the work. She directed operations and told me the names of the plants and flowers she was working with. I was the labourer. I did some riddling of the coarse earth that came from last year’s potato bags and shovelled it into tubs that needed more of a covering. Scamp pruned the stragglers in the Berberis pots. We both inspected the plants that were beginning to show their heads and Scamp watered some plants. She actually watered plants because they needed the moisture. Last week we were complaining about the amount of water that was falling from the sky. Today the earth was dry(ish). How things change in a week.
For some reason I wasn’t all that bothered with taking photos, but about 5pm we were both feeling that it might be a good idea to walk over to Condorrat to get a couple of fish suppers. That way, nobody had to cook. I actually walked over without a jacket. That gives you some idea how warm it was. While I was out, I took some photos of the gorse bushes which are a lovely warm colour. Sharp thorns, but bright yellow flowers.
We watched the final of Landscape Artist 2026 and were disappointed that the Scottish person didn’t win. Why must the English always win?
Tomorrow I expect we’ll be going dancing. I’m not looking forward to the long drive home, though.