2. I creep around the plots looking for signs of new growth: lollo roso lettuces filling out, broad beans lengthening, tiny grapes formed in ready made clumps, and on the squashes, baby courgettes and a to-be pumpkin.
2b. I stand at the back of the plot and enjoy its appearance in the golden hour. The sun is off the land but beautifully highlighting the Victorian terrace beyond.
3. Stroking a cat’s fur the wrong way.