So this was the week of the long-afeared Frost Saints. Except we had a heat wave. On Wednesday, the air was so thick with pollen, you could watch it swooping through the sky like a starling murmuration. It irritates the back of the nose and throat, and by 11:30, I was inside, giving my eyes a water bath and swearing not to go outside again until 4:30.

Fortunately, I had fed and watered the pigs, watered the greenhouse, prepared some ground for summer greens and finished the bean poles.
Talking of the pigs, I put my main task this week on cleaning out their house. Well, I did. It took all of Monday and all of Tuesday, and I piled up all the scrapings - goodness only knows how many tonnes of it - on the pumpkin break.
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