A plan of sorts unfolded for the second morning in a row. I wound up in a u-bend. Flanking trenches now define the layout of the first bed.
Again without a straight edge or measuring device. I resorted to measurement by Wellington boot: nearly 9 by just over 18. Works out to something like 5 metres wide by 2 metres deep. That is plenty big enough for the (sort of) planned garlic and onion bed.
Another stunningly beautiful day with no wind, brilliant sunshine burning off a morning mist and a temperature of about 10°C.
The usual suspects were up at the allotments: Philip, Alex and Bill. A bit later on Mancs (not his real name) and, I presume, another aspirant allotmenteer wandered up.
Even with gloves, my hands hurt.