Puddling In Leeks.

It sounds like the name of some posh Home Counties town in Blighty.

"I live in Puddling In LEEKS".

" Do they have sex there?"

"I think so.  One rings up the coal merchant and says I will have sex bags of coal please good man."

"Yes sir".  Pulling forelock, doffing cap.


Perhaps it should be Puddling On Leeks?

Any road. Yonder cold frame was wanted (needed) to put some Brussel sprouts in.  So I planted some small Leeks with the wooden dibber next to the degging can.  That's  a Lancashire word for a watering can.  A Manchester screwdriver is another name for a claw hammer I might add.

"If in doubt, give it a clout".

Is one of my adages folks.

To those of you who have never planted Leeks before.  You make an hole with a dibber, drop your Leek in and water in the soil around them.  This way Mr or Mrs Leek end up with a nice white sock  so they can grow to the thickness of the hole you made with your dibber.

The water or watter if you come from up North soon dissipated and the Leeks settled in very nicely.😊   That was part of my Sunday morning.

It was a struggle to get into the new polytunnel.  I had to crawl in it!  Nah that's  a new Cloche from the German garden centre  in town.  It's stops the flickers and nasty wee beasties from devouring my cabbages.  It makes them grow too.  I think it only cost 5 Euros? 

Not long before we eat our first new spudatoes and cab cab or cabbage and we say " Is it hot or is it me?"

Back tomorrow.