Beans

I have not grown vegetables since 1996 when I helped at an allotment near Stapleton area, north Bristol; before attentions fixated, subjecting me to endless ritual abuses.

Charlie has been stressing because his elderly mother is coming to visit us, I am looking forward to welcoming her with hospitality. In my world, without the childhood spirit of Communism, elders are respected, and not penalised for "living too good".

This is our potato crop, we have had a good year growing these.

My lamb friend, she should have died but we nursed her into this world. Sometimes she brings tears to my eyes, how hard she has pulled through to be in this world with us.

The lambs appear to have recovered from a severe tapeworm infestation; whilst they eat we observe them for signs of ill health; this time of year we are looking for maggots.

Loving these wild blue flowers along the lane at Woodburn.

A neighbour requested Charlie tend to his hens whilst he was away for a few days, tonight I put these three hens inside their coop; proper little lady's they were.

Situation at the farm is difficult and stagnant, Charles tractor is broken so we can't muck out the poly tunnel, the flock returns from grass keep in two months.