there early

I meant to come and collect these at some point in case they were needed to do some bamboo-amelioration in the back garden or in case some slugs or snails or spiders chose to overwinter inside them. Apart from a bit of mould on the outside they were fine; I had remembered some fresh socks, and might eventually remember to take the purple ones out of whichever bag they ended up in so that they can get washed. Despite the horrible fluffweed already sprouting in the former overflow strawberry patch I got it cleared and dug over and raked and weed-matted ready for lashing thirty strands of willow over it for a wigloo. The former onion/garlic patch opposite was dug over (unearthing a single potato) and weed-matted which will hopefully allow us to concentrate on transplanting all the raspberry canes to the bit which was weed-matted last year on the next visit. Hopefully the presence of a bonfire enthusiast in the plot to the south and a dog-owner in the plot to the north will not make this year's visits distressing; whilst the dog-people's first task appears to have been replacing the fence between our bit and theirs they still allowed their dog to run all the way along the path to where Edgar was waiting to hold the gate open for me and Amos, who was ready for his sleep in the bike seat on the roundabout way home, which was even more roundabout after I retraced our steps when I noticed that his hat had disappeared at some point whilst he was sleeping.