Another weed growing period - the traditional British seaside holiday. Somewhat bracing this year. A wet beach, with beach huts closed up against the stiff northerly wind.
Not a bikini in sight.
No swimmers in the sea, either.
Couldn't resist taking a photo of the local plant:
It wasn't all cold and wet, thankfully.
Back home to weed clearing operations, for the umpteenth time. The green peas were submerged.
A good crop of mouldy strawberries was building up.
Something was eating the broccoli, despite the netting.
But there was some reward, and suddenly it did feel like summer.
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