The need to get outside is great at the moment, whatever the weather. I find myself getting increasingly claustrophobic over the 12 days of Christmas.
With a freshening wind on our backs and the occasional splash of sun on our faces, Nancy and I set off over Hampstead heath towards the plot. The usually dried up stream beds of the heath were rushing with crystal clear water and the paths knee deep with mud. The allotments told a similar story, that of completely sodden ground, squelching out jets water from every foot step.
We didn’t do much whilst we were there. Our intention was just to visit and say hello.