Farming today...

Scrobs has lived among the farming communities of Kent and Sussex since he was a kid - many friends have come and gone, but farming has always been around the family in some shape or form!

I can't say whether my love of gardening is a result of all this, but this year, the veg plot has been given a lot of attention, especially as we gave up our two allotments some time ago, and there is still a yearning for producing as much as I can on just a few square yards, several deep trays and a big greenhouse!

I can't actually remember how this website appeared on my screen, but it is a fascinating subject, and worthy of reading in some detail. 

With British farmers getting clobbered by this awful government, there is still some innovation to pursue, and as this actual clip is about the production of barley for malting, well, what could be better!

Dearth...

Scrobs has been reasonably empty of ideas for posts of late.

About now, I feel I have to remember what was going on last year, when Senora O'Blene was so poorly, and we didn't know that she'd only have a few weeks to stay with us.

Yesterday would have been her 77th birthday.

Anniversaries are odd times, you never know whether to laugh or cry, but I've popped a bunch of her favourite flowers - sweet peas, with some Mock Orange and a rose bud from one of her roses from one of the kids' mums whom she taught, over near where she's scattered.

Hurts still.

Tears before bedtime...

Merriman, the acerbic and trenchant butler in 'The Duchess of Duke Street', used to expound his theories about the lot upstairs with marvellous expression...

Reading today, that Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys had popped off, reminded me of one of their better songs -

I remember loving this song from the day it came out, and by surprise, it was in a 'remainder' box in a music shop near Woodford Green Underground Station back in 1972 - so I bought it!

R.I.P. Brian Wilson, you were so important back then...