After a fairly productive “tidy and mulch” morning, the forecast rain arrived to scupper my afternoon plans. Luckily I had contingencies. And conveniently they were all greenhouse based. I say “based” because it did involve going into the deluge, but not for long and intermittently. Today was the day I had ear-marked for clearing out the feral tomato plants. Nipping out side shoots had been abandoned weeks ago. They had been “expressing” themselves freely ever since. I could see from the outside the soup of squashed fruit, mouldy leaves and lurking molluscs squashed against the glass. Not a job for the faint-hearted. So, with a wheelbarrow parked at chucking distance outside, I cruelly attacked the optimistic top growth. When it was piled high I pushed it up to the compost bin. This took several trips. The best green tomatoes were laid out on the shelving to ripen. We live in hope. Then the growbags were loaded and pushed up the hill to be stored until a piece of free ground needs a little improvement. Then on to scraping up the gunk and detritus left behind, all the while throwing the resident population of slugs and snails over the hedge into the field beyond. Luckily for this little newt I was wearing my specs and he didn’t partake in the flying lessons. I tucked him in a cosy corner where hopefully he will be safe until the spring.