It was Volunteer Saturday at Turriefield and I always ask if there is anything I could do which didn’t involve my back, as it’s still not great.  Mostly they say no, as it is digging and weeding and stuff that would kill me.

Anyway, garlic was mentioned and I arrived to a wheelbarrow full of drying garlic bulbs.  I was told to cut off the dried leaves and trim the roots and left to get on with it while everyone else went outside to work.

A stool was brought, and I positioned myself with the least amount of stretching or bending and got to work.

First, I just cut off the roots, the dried leaves/stalk and then put them into a small crate, ready for my next stage – sorting.

Once the small crate was full, I sorted the bulbs into Grot, Small, Medium and Large bulbs.

Two and a quarter hours later, plus some help at the end to get them all finished, the job was done.   I felt immensely pleased with myself.  There was a lot of garlic.

And, in another world, I took this photo yesterday evening.  Scary stuff.