A final rant from the Merse before the trek to Norn Iron. This always a frantic day with the last bits and pieces before setting off at a very unearthly hour tomorrow to catch the High Speed Ferry from Strranrraer -as they say it there. One bit is the last mow of the lawn-lawn in afigurative sense aas it is a cropped meadow in a pure organic style-more moss and even couch grass than English Country Garden as described in House and Garden or seen in the back ground as posh yobs cavort in the Tatler. The two best croquet players in the village are totally bewildered by our croquet 'lawn' . No really flat runs and it takes enormous strength to reach the next hoop as the soft surface discourages a close cut.. But its fine for net practice the Hutton and District Cricket Club-now 4 members under 16-the nucleus of a really good team. We hope to challenge an older side at 'quick cricket' later this season possibly on the Paxton Village Green. With the Aussie out back ball-soft covered-no protective equipment required and the Cross's windows would not be in danger. But can we raise an adult team? We are so far 10 players short. Volunteers needed.
The wife slightly misjudged the planting season-and with -.08 C last night the newly planted beans expired and don't look like reviving despite tlc in the form of warm sun and fresh water. Will have to start again.Another threatened exhibit for the August Village Show. Like the tomatoes which are barely growing despite an early seeding. Spring has never really penetrated into the Green house yet.
