Brrrrrrrrrrr

Yesterday we went to possibly the biggest waste of time yet. A sort of exposition of all things gadget like that might aid your pruning. Mostly big expensive things that go on the back of the tractor and don't seem to really help at all.

We went with the very lovely J-L and when I woke up and it was snowing, all be it, very halfheartedly, we should have bailed. But no we went and we froze. Running noses and a complete sense of humour failure on my part.

It was all very french, right down to lunch, the ubiquitous Steak-frites, which was eaten in an open barn, attached to which was plastic sheeting down one side and they were trying, extraordinarily ineffectually, to blow hot air into it. As P pointed out, that as the sheeting didn't make it to the roof and hot air rises etc etc... maybe not the best of plans. I ate lunch with my mittens on, which caused great mirth all round. No-body removed their hats. Note to self, geeky tractor worship will only happen when one can feel all ones extremities!