Fresh out of school, dungareed and open-hearted, I packed my bags and headed off to college in Kent. Although it proved to be path I was not destined to follow, with the wonders of hindsight it was time well spent. Those that I met, similar in their innocence, have proved to be some of my most faithful and forgiving friends. Silver lining and all that. One lovely lass was from Scotland, often unintelligible, especially when catching up with her Walton-like family on the corridor phone. We pooled our resources, she was the Cold Weather Expert, I was in charge of Warm Weather. She advise me on traversing snow with elegance, I recommended sun creams and re-hydration techniques.
Now I need her advice, or an equivalent horti version. Frost, we aren’t used to it. It is a foreign land. This solid earth, all day long, not shifting even in the sunshine thing. I bought some fleece yesterday. I am afraid that the horse may already be frozen.