Went up today for a little digging. Wore my new wellies. Big mistake. Although they are bright green, and very comfortable, it was -3c. My toes froze solid. I could only manage half an hour. Usually once I get going, the blood starts to flow. My god.
The top couple of inches were frozen, but below that, the worms were wiggling.
Some blokes in the other corner of the allotment had a big delivery of well rotted manure from Little Downham. Apparently, the farmer delivers it with his tractor and trailer. Luckily for them, they are near the gate. There's no where for me to have it delivered to. Poo. Literally.
Should have gone fen skating instead!