I nibble Theo's ear. He says: I can feel it here in my leg!
New (used) bike from Matthieu. There are hills in Belgium, you just need a bike to feel them. Ivor says 'bicycool'. I reminded Sacha that he used to say 'Most ladies' car' for Mercedes.
Sacha says there are no snakes in Ireland because after the last ice age they never made it back over the sea from the rest of Europe.
Theo found three seeds on the ground from his last-year's sunflowers that gave us (and the birds) so much pleasure. He planted them in the new potager and carefully watered them in. He said: I'm glad you made me switch off the computer.
I cut lengths of rose prunings and stuck them in the ground all around the potager too. That rose has the most intense, heady smell of anything I know. Ivor says 'stinky nettles'.
Matthieu is building deeply satisfying raised beds which we will fill with all sorts of stuff as soon as we are able: compost, soil, fruit bushes, herbs, flowers, vegetables. We have old car tyres kindly given by a local garage in which we will grow the potatoes currently chitting on the windowsill.
The sun shone all day.
