I went down in the evening and saw a mistlethrush on the fence along the path. At the plot Mr R had been in and mown my grass and put it in my compost bin.

I shovelled compost from what I sifted from the old compost heap onto the bed for more beetroot to be sown, but then got distracted into cutting the edges of all the grass. Not what I meant to do, but after the mowing, it ended up looking great.

I worked until ten, not for the first time with the lovely long summer evenings we’re now getting. I thought I’d sow more spinach, but the damn stuff just goes to seed and then snaps off at the root when you try and pick the leaves. So to hell with it.