Blackberry

One of those long blackberries. 

It's official - Edinburgh was the dryest place in Britain in April (4mm of rain), and it still hasn't rained.  Still, even though it's so dry I was whistling Woody Guthrie to myself as I hoed, everything seems okay. 

More skip filling too.  Unfortunately, the little wall is quite well built, and a lump hammer isn't enough.  I've to figure out a way of getting hold of a cold  chisel tomorrow, though its not really going to be that kind of day. 

I don't have to go to the Sheriff Court tomorrow - I was on jury duty alert this week, went as far as selection on Wednesday and was maybe having to go back tomorrow.  So Kilmarnock it is.