Reclaiming the land

Our stockpile of Christmas movies is finally running down and our next delivery hasn't arrived yet, so we decided that we really should come out of our hibernation and go down to the plot, check things over and pull our fingers out. So, armed with our trusty thermos, we psyched ourselves up and went off last Sunday to see what was what. When we arrived, we bumped into Barry who thought we had joined the Foreign Legion and would never been seen again. We opened the door of our home from home shed, took stock of what needed doing, armed ourselves with a fork and a spade and got dug in. In an hour and half we had dismantled all our cages and netting, dug over all the beds generally tidied up and was just left with the raspberries to cut down to ground level and harvest whats left of the parsnips. leeks, winter spinach, swedes and cabbages. Boy did we feel good! It was great being in the fresh air again and listening to the birds and having that wonderful freedom. Feeling smug, we returned home to await our postie, Phil, struggling down he path with our next fix of Christmas movies now we can resume hibernation until March with a clear conscience that we have done our bit, for now. Anyway, the weather man says we're going to have snow on Monday.