We return to that time of year again – when I receive a message from Transition Turriefield asking me if I would like to come and help plant seeds.

Too right, I said and off I went this morning.

Last week was my first week back and I planted lettuce and beans, I think.  But this week it was the most difficult planting – celeriac.  An unhelpful teensy tinesy little seed that is fiddly at best and unhelpful at worst.  Three seeds per wee pot.  Yer, right.

The skills required for this job are a damp-ended pencil and the patience of a Saint.

Once done and labelled, we covered the pots with bags and took them, along with something else I planted – possibly dill and coriander – down to the polytunnel.

Things are already starting to grow.

For me, this is the best part.  Seeing such amazing results and so quickly too.

“My” lettuces, apparently.

I was given a bag of small swedes for the ponies and decided that if Fivla and Vitamin could manage them (teeth), then they could have one a day each for a while.

Apparently Fivla and Vitamin still have the necessary and when I returned later, there was not one scrap of swede left.

So a daily swede for the old ladies is now on offer.