Where are the snows of yesteryear?

On their way back, apparently, so today's first job was to cover the broad beans with horticultural fleece to protect them from the Arctic weather we are braced to expect. One or two of them had succumbed to last night's frost but there are still some vigorous specimens there. They all got stakes to climb up, too.

Then it was back to scraping off the remainder of the turf, while listening to Susie Orbach on the radio pronounce that we no longer engage in productive exercise in modern society. I've now filled compost box 1, so will have to get another for the rest of the grass. I uncovered two more Strongbow cans - I think the Noughties cider revival must have started early on my plot - some broken glass and a piece of almost-composted blue carpet, which can finish its decay in the compost heap.

I seem incapable of remembering my camera when I go up there, but will try next time - when it will be time to create some more raised beds.