Strange happenings at the allotment

Mutant giant rhubarb and sunburn.
Proper sunburn. Stingy sunburn.
I don't let myself get burnt.
I clearly did not anticipate sun. Hot burn Sun. Through cloud burn.
Not ideal considering skin hasn't seen daylight since August in Brittany last year.
And the rhubarb is ginormous. Huge. Bolted. The rhubarb has never bolted.
Another evening donder, dodging the Continental downpours, round Arthur.