Thursday, 3 July 2025

Gone Fishing

 I finally summoned sufficient courage to venture in to the veg patch this morning.

The smaller of our raised beds has sat fallow since last Autumn, with a mulch of manure. This morning I dug in the mulch, and poured on a few cans of water to make sure that the soil was moist. 

In the afternoon I made five shallow drills in the bed and sowed a crop of beetroot (var: Boltardy). I grew this variety last year and was really pleased with the beets. They pickled really well and my beetroot relish was well received too.

I then set to clearing the weeds that had grown in the bare earth over the past few weeks. This wasn't too bad a job and by about half past three I estimate that I had cleared more than half of the veg patch. 

At the beginning of June I had planted a row of cabbage and cauliflower plants. Unfortunately I have to report that they have been decimated by Whitefly. Apparently the recent hot, dry weather provides the perfect conditions for this pest. The plants were beyond salvation and have been dug up and disposed of. I may see if I can get some better quality plants and try again, although I am concerned that the infestation will just reappear.

I aborted my weeding session in the late afternoon, as I had an evening of fishing planned.

Shortly after four o'clock I loaded up the car with my gear and headed over to a lovely stretch of the Avon at Barton.  I had just got my bait in the water when Bubbles arrived and we had a pleasant evening chatting and watching the wildlife.

I had several bites over the course of the evening and even had a smallish fish on the line, but the little devil slipped the hook before I could get it anywhere near the bank. Bubbles was less fortunate. He was using a commercial Red Robin pellet and was getting no interest at all. He decided to switch to the garlic marinaded luncheon meat that I was using, and finally started to get a few bites.

We packed up just before ten o'clock and headed home, having agreed that it had been a good evening, and only a fool expects to catch a fish every time.

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