A fairly short entry for today.
This morning 30% and I hitched the trailer to the Defender and headed beyond Powick* to collect the large hexagonal stone from the Architectural Antiques dealer. Fortunately there was a chap on-hand to assist and we soon had it loaded on to the trailer and tied down securely.
Back at home it was a simple matter to tilt the trailer on its single axle and let the stone slide gently to the ground. In fact it took longer for us to decide where to stow it than to unload it on to a sack truck.
The main activity for the afternoon was to start preparations for the village horticultural show, which takes place tomorrow.
For the past two years 30% has been awarded the Challenge Cup for the most points awarded in the Fruit Classes. We were hoping she could do the same again, so more than an hour was spent scouring our apple trees for sets of five perfectly matched cooking apples. I now know why it is called a Challenge Cup because it was a bloody challenge to find perfect unblemished specimens. This year's weather has not been great for gardeners and our chosen fruit was nowhere near as impressive as previous years.
I just hope the judges are impressed by the bowl of figs and the beautiful damsons** that will be entered too.
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* There is a politically incorrect story about a member of my childhood scout troop (2nd Evesham & Bengeworth) that was nicknamed Powick. It's probably best if I leave it at that.
** Up until today I had always thought of damsons as terrible, sour little excuses for plums. However I finally realised that, for all that time, I had been sampling them before they were ripe. The little beauties we picked today are packed with flavour and the perfect amount of sweetness.
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