One man and his clay
Originally uploaded by joellaflickr.
Is there anything more English than a long-haired man in pink trousers and a Peter Storm cagoule planting potatoes in clay on a drizzly Sunday morning in April?
I was sitting on a plastic chair at the time, pouring coffee from a Thermos and opening the shortbread.
How did I get here?
(Charlie - go for main crop potatoes. They do not need chitting, it says so on the bag.)
joella
4 comments:
I bought main crop. I've just been waiting for a day that doesn't look like your photo to put them in. Actually, today might be that day. Any chance of your dropping by with thermos and shortbread though?
Ah, the Peter Storm cagoule. I think, after nappies, it was probably the first garment I ever wore. Maybe we should all dress in them for St George's Day?
I trust you had a tartan travel blanket over your knees. I never go anywhere without mine.
Roasted or boiled?
I do actually have a tartan travel blanket. We have yet to establish on-site storage, but I'm sure it will end up in there once we do... (Oh, and roasted. Every time).
Charlie, I have this alarming mental picture of you in a nappy and a Peter Storm cagoule, with your 'curtains' hair. It's like an all-ages montage.
Lets talk dirt! Only yesterday I signed up for the only allotment available in Greater Manchester. Dennis - who is not a young man - had said on the phone that the plot was only really suitable for a man with strong forearms as it needed 'some work', so i showed him this photo and he couldn't get the paperwork out fast enough. Thanks!
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