It started off in glorious Grasmere, before quick jaunts to Scarborough's shores and ghost hunting with Pudding Pie in York, a delightful trip to Brussels and Ghent, before the main event; East Anglia, the scene of so many MSc moments. Given that I am, alas, once again without work, what better way to spend time than bother those of you who do have eco-geeky jobs? So I started off with Mrs Teacup, who now works in community development for local food in Suffolk. She took me to an allotment, which is getting turned into a community orchard, and we happily weeded away in cold sunshine, while other volunteers dug a very big hole.
|If you like orchards brandish your garden forks! Well, that's one.|
|Blet you darn Medlars!|
|If you ask nicely you can ride in the Landrover...|
|A golden evening on the heath.|
|They all have names, I just can't remember them...|
|Mrs Teacup I hope you approve!|
|Mmm, fluffy and pillowy.|