As I’ve mentioned before, Agents of Field have expanded by taking on a second plot. So in the last week I’ve hatched plans, drawn up blueprints and am now putting spade to soil as I create new beds.

Time is short and Jack Frost is on my back so I’ve been getting up with the lark to visit the plot first thing and create my vision.  It’s backbreaking work, but I’ve been rewarding myself with cups of tea made on the shed stove, and sneaky visits to the village bakery for a sticky bun.. or two (don’t tell Soph).

But this morning, walking up to the plot, I was greeted by the morning sun shining down on our corner of the world.

It’s not a bad old life, is it?