 The fabulous frames for growing squash over... we can only but dream! 7 August 2025 (Thursday) It’s fair to say that so far this week has been somewhat of a quieter week, so far... And when I say quieter week I mean less frenetic and less busy in the head. It’s still been a really busy week, with things having to be done every day and these things fully being done every day, though there's also been space in my head to be able to allow me to get on with other things, however small or.major they might be, and get on with them effectively. The plot, which is really looking okay and fine at the moment, has thrown up a challenge, albeit a challenge which I knew I had, and that's with the cinquefoil. I know I've said it before, though for me it is the worst weed to have on the plot. It's so invasive and pernicious, which is really horrible to say about a plant which is rather lovely. Its Latin name is Potentilla reptans, and as cinquefoil suggests it has five parts to each leaf, and it also has lovely yellow flowers. However, it has an aggressive trailing habit, akin to a strawberry because it is a relative of that plant, and this is what makes it really invasive. I found out early in the week that it had really knitted its way through our grass paths, and as I've said in segments of A Week at the Plot this week on Planet Vegetaria, I'm now mulling whether I get rid of my between bed grass paths and turn them into wood chip paths. It's really a shame that this plant takes hold quite so quickly, and voraciously, and because it's got a really large tap root I was sure, as others have said, that actually when the soil is rich rather than poor it won't like it; the tap roots suggests that it takes up nutrients from deep deep down. However, it seems to love any type of soil and, particularly grass paths where it can surreptitiously weave its way through the individual blades of grass, keeping close to the ground and keeping well camouflaged. When I took a hand fork to a section of the grass, sliding it horizontally close to the soil level and between the individual grass blades, I lifted up a whole load of its runners.  Cinquefoil... about 8kg of it... and another bag similar! So I now think the best way to deal with it is to have as little grass for it to surreptitiously grow through as possible. Yes, I can weed it out and those roots that really do go down too - where I see them I will take them out. It's happened pretty well with the beds, except at the very edges, where on the outside edges cinquefoil thrives, I've managed to weed most of the growing areas of a whole load of this invasive weed. And I guess by not managing the soil well, as the half of the plot that is invaded by it wasn't before I took it on, it allows it to propagate. By working the soil, I think the amount of propagation and thorough weeding of it reduces its spread, and therefore its propagation and negative impact. So anyway, I’m mulling whether some of our grass paths become wood chip paths, though at the moment I think the likelihood is 70% for wood chip paths and 30% to keep the status quo. Time will tell… My desk work work this week, ie For Earth's Sake and the Great Green Barn… having had a really good day physically down with Vanessa last week I was able to just crack on with a whole load of things this week; needing very few answers from Vanessa which meant that I could just push forward. One of the important jobs was designing a new advert using Canva for one edition of the local Round & About magazine, to highlight all we have in the autumn season so far (and I’m working on more to book in) and also show how the Great Green Barn’s space can be used in various different ways… hopefully, the ad does this!  Great Green Barn's autumn ad for Round & About, September Also, For Earth's Sake's closing for a summer break; a fortnight of repairs and maintenance… and a few alterations! It may be that we end the two weeks with having more space in the side barn that currently houses all of the dispensable liquids and all of the fruit and veg. There's an area at the back where the fruit and veg could move to which would allow much more space for the liquids down one side, rather than them being a bit bunched up together as they are at the moment. It would also allow for another chiller cabinet to go in which would be hugely beneficial. And so to other things…  A temporary bike rack at Kew Gardens - put in place to accomodate Thursday evening's session of cycling through Kew Gardens. This morning, Richard and I went to Kew Gardens which of course is always a fabulous place to visit. We took advantage of early opening for members only, where they open two of their gates at 8am rather than 10am. Again, it felt as though we had the whole of Kew Gardens to ourselves, apart from Kew’s staff and craftsmen who do a good bulk of their work before the gates open to the public.
When we'd arrived at Brentford Gate (Fenella was parked up and would wait patiently for our return - most probably hob-nobbing with other cars as they arrived, passing glances between each other) and had our tickets scanned, we were told the gates close at 4pm today as this evening they have the special event of allowing people to come and cycle through the gardens - and as we walked around we saw various adaptions in place to accomodate this, including green barriers at the entrance of places which I think cyclists will be allowed to put their bikes against, and at the big lake there was a temporary cycle rack (above), which I thought a great idea! We also visited the Kew Kitchen Garden, not to be confused with Kew Palace's Kitchen Garden... I did a segment in here for this week's A Week at the Plot (which will be uploaded next Monday), and was truly amazed at this fabulous squash frame at the top of this post - currently, we can only dream of such a structure, and of course admire Kew's own! We had a great two and a half hours there, and if you're a member of Ko-fi I did a little piece at the side of one of the less traversed ponds at Kew Gardens. So if you're a Ko-fi member, go over and have a watch. And if you're not a Ko-fi member, and have six pound coins spare, why not have a think about joining for a month and seeing if we're worth it… just like L’Oreal… I'm at the plot, dictating this into my phone and later on I'll be sitting at my desk correcting the grammar and also making sure spell check has worked, because sometimes when I say ‘weed’ it comes up as ‘read’ or occasionally ‘reed’ if it's feeling in the horticultural mood. Richard's at home at the moment doing some recording of rhubarb recipes; I think a Rhubarb Fool with Greek yogurt, and also hopefully making a crumble. I've got no idea what supper is going to be yet; it may just be some salad with cheese as we've got lots of lettuce and tomatoes and cucumber, or maybe it will be something like a farinata which I've been wanting to make for absolutely ages but never got round to. I think it needs time to sit after the batter’s been made, so maybe that's something for another day. Anyway, much of this will become clear by bedtime! Happy Days indeed! Weather: It’s overcast much of the day, around 22°… the sun tries its hardest to break through, though never quite makes it… Breakfast: All Bran, Yogurt and a little oat milk Snack: Lidl Corncakes with some buttery spready, yeast extract and thin slivers of cheese Lunch: Lidl Lentil Soup bulked out with softened red lentils, cottage cheese, yeast extract, cucumber, tomato, radish and crackers Supper: I’ll let you know!
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 Corfe Castle 9 - 12 July 2025 (Wednesday to Saturday) Wednesday morning, and we were up early as we were off to spend a few days in Swanage with Vivi (of Vivi's Kitchen Garden) at her Cottage by the Sea. Again, a trip seemed to be coinciding with another heat wave over the days that we were to be away, so I was down at the plot to do some really early morning watering; I thought it sensible to get as much deeply watered as possible. After breakfast, and packing our bags and making a few snacks for the journey, we got into Fenella and after a quick pit stop at our local garage to check tyre pressures, we were on our way, soon wending our way down the M3 and onwards through Surrey, Hampshire and into Dorset. We had a necessary (for me) toilet break at Winchester services, where on the way out I couldn't resist a Greggs vegan sausage roll which we ate in the car; neither roll was as warm as we’d wanted it to be but the taste was rather lovely. Post stuffing our faces, a beautiful butterfly landed on Richard's bracelet as he was sitting in the car with the door open; it just stayed on his bracelet licking his skin, possibly taking either moisture or salts. Even with some gentle blowing encouragement the butterfly didn't want to move, so eventually Richard got out of the car and moved to an area of trees where there was lots of shade, and the butterfly decided it was time to move on… just as we then did, continuing our journey down to Swanage. After much motorway and many country roads, we were greeted at Vivi’s front door with many hugs. Happy Huggy Days!! It was time to unpack Fenella, ensuring she had nothing remaining visible to curious passersby, then we drove up the hill a little bit further and parked in free parking a few streets away. Back at Vivi's Cottage by the Sea and after a cup of tea and much chat, we had lunch which Vivi had already prepared which was a fantastic Greek salad which we had with bread and dips of my hummus which Vivi’d made and also an edamame hummus which was new to me and absolutely delicious - I got the recipe from Vivi straight away, and as it’s just a few swap outs of my own is another easy one to do. Lots of table chatting and garden talk, and then at the end of the afternoon, we popped down to walk along the seafront, had an ice cream and sat down and watched people enjoying themselves, sitting quietly as the Swanage world went on around us. As we sat, I was somewhat surprised to hear some rousing Chairman Mao style music, with a host of voices singing along to galvanising Chinese music… it took me half an hour to realise it was actually British sea shanties emanating from the pirate and Jurassic Park themed Sante-Fe Fun Park behind us, landside of the main promenade road! How our mind plays tricks with us… In the evening, we had one of Vivi’s delicious mild curries outside in Vivi's fabulous cottage garden. The growth rate of the garden since our last visit in May has been phenomenal, with tomatoes way way higher than my own at the plot and growth on plants that I’d given Vivi much stronger than I have at the plot myself. I think the soil must be really good, though also, and MOST importantly, all the genuine hard graft that Vivi’s put in turning a tired overgrown back garden space into a flourishing veg patch with lots of flowers and LOTS of wildlife. Sitting at her wonderful table, the hard graft has to be admired and applauded. When Vivi says she's going to do something she certainly gets on and does it, and with her garden, or rather her producing garden I should say, the effort is really paying off, and in so many ways. We sat out chatting and laughing until the light had gone, and even after this Vivi brought candles out, so chats and star-gazing continued. At the very end of the evening we went in and sat down in Vivi's living room for half an hour or so before getting off to bed… and of course, a few pages of my book.  After the first swim in the sea... Thursday saw me up early, and at the kitchen table having a cup of tea. I didn’t have the knack for the back door, though Richard was up soon after and then Vivi joined us and we sat out at her garden table chatting away, and Richard and myself having a breakfast of All Bran. After breakfast, it was down to the beach again, this time walking farther than we'd walked before, right across the promenade and in front of the beach huts, and then over the groynes which are there to reduce the impact of the waves on the beach huts and cliff, and then to a space on the sand where the nearest person was 200 meters away. It had been very hot on our walk, and I decided immediately to do something that I hadn't really expected to do, and that was to go for a swim in the sea… even though I wasn’t prepared for one! As Vivi was getting her dress off, bending over to undo her shoes, she looked to the side and saw that I was already down to my knickers and vest and pacing off towards the lapping water. Very soon Vivi followed in her bathing costume, and in we both went… cautiously at first, just feeling the temperature of the water on our toes and ankles and shins and knees and thighs and, well, other bits… Once I was up to my waist, and with my face turned towards Vivi in the shallower waters and Richard sitting on the beach, I let myself lean back and fall into the water… and then immediately started swimming as it felt rather chilly… After a few moments, my brain began to realise quite how delicious this whole experience was… and a few metres away there was our Vivi, fully in too and we were both swimming, each finding warm patches, or making our own… We stayed in swimming and chatting and laughing and in my case crying for about half an hour or so. The last time I'd even seriously paddled in water was 10 years ago with mum at Rocquaine in Guernsey, a few days after dad had died… memorable in so many ways, especially it being my 50th birthday. Mum was in her bathing costume and I was up to my thighs in water and we were just walking along the shoreline looking out at the fabulous view of the sea, and then looking back at the fabulous view of Guernsey. It was a moment to reflect, and a moment to treasure. Now, a decade on, and with mum now gone, I was having my first time in seawater since that moment, so not surprisingly emotions rose to the surface… just like my blubber-filled body did as I quietly laid back, floating on the surface of the silently whooshing waves. I hadn't really come prepared to swim, as I hadn't hugely expected to be swimming, but Vivi had come prepared and she and I sat on a towel she’d brought, drying off in the warm breeze and sunshine, chatting away with Richard. We sat there for half an hour or more, with the sun beating down and the salt crystals forming on our skins, and then we packed our things up and started walking our way back to Vivi’s Cottage by the Sea. For both Vivi and myself, this first swim had been special and emotional and essential in so many ways… and we had done it together… which was bloody marvelous! Happy Days indeed!! Back home (note the use of the word home - as it already feels like a home away from home), and still flushed with the joy of having swum, it was time for lunch and Vivi heated up some of her delicious Courgette & Potato Soup, added some grated cheddar, and we had leftover dips and bread with spread for lunch, again sitting at her table out in Vivi's lovely cottage garden, chatting and watching the wildlife fly by… butterflies and hummingbird moths, and bees and wasps and hoverflies, and then of course seagulls and town pigeons and country pigeons and doves and so much else, all with the occasional backdrop of a hoot and a chuff chuff from the railway line, and tinkly chiming bells of the local church striking the hour and half hour. Bliss! In the evening, we decided we’d go out and have chips so we went to Vivi’s favoured chippie, ordered a portion of chips for Vivi, cod and chips for Richard, and haddock and chips for me. With wrapped paper bags filled with goodies in our hands, we made our way along the front to a short pier, which is actually called Stone Quay as it's where local small ferries dock. A bench was free, so we sat down to eat our seaside suppers, with seagulls keeping an eye, and one dive bombing my chips though not quite getting away with one… it's only when a seagull is close up to you and literally flying over your lap and have a wing bashing your shoulder as it passes, that you suddenly realise quite how big, how strong and how heavy a seagull can be!  A labrador helping out at the seaside... Photo courtesy of Vivi of 'What Vivi did next' and 'Vivi's Kitchen Garden'. After our fish supper (a very rare thing for Richard and myself now as we only ever have when we’re at the seaside, as fish never features in any shopping basket) and chippie supper for Vivi (Vivi eats no fish), we watched all around us, enjoying the water, and the sun and the sumptuous air that only a seaside town like Swanage can do; suntanned kids jumping off piers into deep water, others on inflatable paddle boards being dragged out of the water by a tugging labrador, and water lapping calmly and endlessly against any surface it wants. A little walk along the front to Banjo Pier, and then it was back home and back to the table in Vivi's cottage garden at her Cottage by the Sea, and time for a few rounds of Yahtzee. Happy Days!!
Friday morning, and we’d already planned to drive back up the valley to visit Corfe Castle, which you cannot NOT see as you pass by on your way to and out of Swanage. Imposing… ruined… majestic. Richard had wanted to visit it on our first trip to Vivi's Swanage, though there just wasn't time, so this time we made time. So, after breakfast we walked up the remainder of Cardiac Hill that Vivi lives on, across and then up Cardio Hill, which is even steeper. Fenella was patiently waiting a short distance away on the next crossroad, and we piled into her and began our short journey to Corfe Castle. Now, Richard and I are members of the National Trust though we’d forgotten that Corfe Castle was a National Trust property… and also forgotten our membership cards! Despite this, we decided that if we couldn't get in with our membership numbers it was worth the cost just to have a walk around this magnificent castle with so much history. Parking up, and going into the Welcome Centre, I asked about parking and membership and the lovely lady immediately said it was not a problem and that our membership could be looked up at the Ticket Office, which was a 10 to 15 minute walk away. She also gave me a slip of paper with the date of our visit specified, so back to Fenella I popped to put the gifted slip on Fenella’s windscreen, to ensure that we wouldn't get charged the penalty fee for not paying for parking. Delighted, I walked back to the Welcome Centre, met up with Vivi and Rochard again… and in the short time I’d been away Vivi had been scouring the shelves of secondhand books for sale… so back off I went to Fenella to fill her boot with Vivi’s wordy gems. Crossing the road carefully, we made our way along the incredibly white chalk path, glistening with sunshine and shadows, over a brook and then wound our way up around the castle battlements to the Ticket Office. Sure enough, they were able to look up our membership and give us tokens which would give us free entry to the castle… technology can be a boon! The walk was pretty rough underfoot, and the castle always were too, though we had such a fantastic time; sometimes walking and chatting the three of us, sometimes in twos, and sometimes just individually wandering around taking pictures and video and watching the train coming in or leaving Corfe Castle station. Also, there are peregrines nesting at the top of the battered battlements which seems so apt, and two of them were happy to show themselves during the time we were there, both looking down on us and occasionally making the noises that are now so familiar over my allotment. I think we must have spent about an hour and a half wandering the castle, and then meandered back down through the huge gateway and into the cafe garden, where we ordered a cream tea, a savoury cream tea and Vivi had a quiche of some sort, I think it had red onion marmalade in it which also came with the savoury cream tea. We hoped that we'd be able to sit in the garden, in the shade, though there was a Wasp Alert on which was signalled on signs and that we were told about at the time of ordering… so once we had sat down and the jam for the cream tea was noted by the wasps, we decided to move inside and have our food and drink in the cafe rather than in the wonderful garden… even so, a wasp followed us in and stayed with us, flying and feasting on a little bit of jam that had somehow made its way onto Richard’s bag. After our little repaste we had a wander of the little village of Corfe Castle, window shopping, visiting the little museum, then crossing over and visiting the rather fabulous railway station. The station itself is a throwback to yesteryear and I think manned completely by volunteers. The train that goes through is powered by steam and goes down to Swanage and up the other way a stop or two. It always amazes me how the time and generosity of a few individuals has ensured that these historic railways and stations and railway lines remain intact, something I think we often forget, sadly. Walking back along the chalk path to Fenella, who was quietly waiting in the car park, we then drove back to Vivi’s for further chats and laughs and games and fabulous food (Vivi's delicious Fassolada) and an evening outside, at her table, in her cottage garden of her Cottage by the Sea, with candles burning and under the crisp starry sky… listening to various jazz sessions glistening over Swanage as part of its annual Jazz Festival at the start of the British summer holiday season.  Swanage Bay Saturday was another planned day in many ways, mainly as it was the day that we were going to be leaving and driving back to a rather hot and sticky London. However, we’d decided that we’d go for another swim, so after some bran flakes we all got ready, which for Vivi meant putting on her bathing costume and for me and Richard meant just dressing like we normally do… no, I’d not bought any swimming shorts yet as I hadn't seen any that I really fancied… though to be fair, I hadn't really looked either!
Off we went again, down the very short journey into Swanage town, and then left along the beach front to Ocean Bay and then just a bit beyond. It was still early in the morning, around 8:30 or 9 and there were already loads of people bundling onto the main beaches of this fabulous resort. However, and thankfully, where we went it was still pretty quiet; there were a few people between the groynes that we chose to swim from, and some of the beach huts were open or being opened by their owners. As with Thursday, I went in with my knickers and T-shirt and Vivi in her slinky bathing costume. At first, the water seemed a little bit cooler than on Thursday; maybe because it was early in the morning and the sun hadn't been beating down for several hours warming the top few inches or more. However, we were both soon fully in and again paddled and swam away each to our heart's content, literally as swimming is such a good exercise and gets the heart pumping. It’s only on occasions like this, filled with deep joy, I remember how much swimming was a part of my life growing up. From a very early age, as a baby mum would leave me in a pram or pushchair outside the front door of mum and dad's B&B, and if mum went back at 9:15 and I was gone she knew that she had the day to herself to get on with washing and cleaning and making dinner for all the guests that evening. A visitor or visitors would have taken me off to the beach or to town or to wherever they were going for the day. Most often, it was to the beach and for many years the beach was just an intrinsic part of my life… sand, sea, sandwiches, smiles - even then always a sanctuary too. Maybe one day it will be so again, though just now, for these precious moments of Vivi and I being in the water, it felt so right, and so good, and so joyous. Again, we sat on a towel on the sand and dried off a little bit, and then walked back along the seafront where by now the beaches and walkways were just bustling with folk, and buckets and spades and float boards and sandwich bags, and windbreakers and little shelters, and many smiles with the hope of a fun day out. Back at Vivi’s Cottage by the Sea, Richard made toast and the three of us sat at the table in Vivi's cottage garden, enjoying proper toast topped with a spoon or two of Purbeck honey from a pot that Vivi had bought specifically for our visit… it was totally delicious, and another slice or two was had by each of us. The rest of the morning was leisurely chatting and packing and washing-up and watering the plants in the garden and filling watering cans and doing 101 things, and then it was time for the final feast of this visit which was a cheese and tomato sandwich made by Richard. Sitting at the table, with the smell of salt in the air and seagulls above it once again took me back to being a kid, eating cheese and tomato sandwiches on the beach at L’Eree, almost six decades ago; a cheese and tomato sandwich when there’s salt in the air will always bring memories back off the perfect fodder for a beach. The only difference with our sandwich today was that it hadn't trundled its way down to a beach in the Tupperware and sat sweating under a towel in the shade for an hour or two, so our fabulous sandwich was cool and crisp and just the right temperature, rather than warm, and floppy, and tasty and welcomed as was often the case when we were kids on the beach. Happy Days!! It was soon time to wend our way back to London, and with lots of hugs and a little planning for our next visit, I walked up Cardiac Hill and Cardio Hill to collect Fenella, drove her down, pulled in outside of Vivi's Cottage by the Sea and then we packed our bags back in, had more hugs, and started our relatively uneventful journey back to London, where things would begin getting back to normal… including a visit to the plot in the evening to check on how things were doing and to give plants a water if needed, and recording Sunday Chat on Sunday morning… an event in itself! Weather: Sunny throughout, with a slight breeze, and very warm… though quite a few degrees less than the heatwave of 34° in London! Wednesday Breakfast: All Bran and oat milk Snack: Greggs Vegan Sausage Roll Lunch: Vivi’s Greek Salad (with Feta), hummus, edamame hummus, olives, and bread Supper: Chickpea, Cauliflower & Mushroom Curry with bread Thursday Breakfast: All Bran and toast Lunch: Courgette & Potato Soup, Edamame Hummus, Bread, Olives Supper: Haddock & Chips Friday Breakfast: Bran Flakes and All Bran and toast with cherry jam Lunch: Savoury Aft Cream Tea (Corfe Castle Tea Room) Supper: Vivi's Fassolada and bread Saturday Breakfast: Bran Flakes and toast with Purbeck honey Lunch: Cheese & Tomato Sandwich Supper: Broad Bean & Basil Pesto with wholewheat spaghetti and a tomato, cucumber and basil salad  22 June 2025 (Sunday)
Woke up and remembered what day it was… and the long day ahead! In truth, both Vanessa and myself are a tad exhausted at the moment, and Midsummer Revels at the For Earth’s Sake Orchard was always going to be a long day… so both Richard and myself were up early, well before the 7am alarm, and doing stuff - he on his phone and me at my desk. After tea, breakfast, and several loo trips we got into Fenella and started the drive down to Vanessa, leaving around 9.15am. I guess in some ways not surprisingly, but the journey was without many delays, despite the A3 north of the Wisley Junction being shut… we veritably sailed through without a hitch and were with Vanessa at For Earth’s Sake by shortly after 10.30am. We’d always known one of the team couldn’t make it today, though two others were also not now coming, having given rather short notice of this. It meant the day was down to Vanessa, myself and Richard, so, as soon as we arrived, there was stuff to do… Put up tables for Spanakopita, vegan sausage rolls and sweet treats to be sold from the orchard, check all drinks were in the fridge (nice and cold - as it was pretty warm still), get the SumUp payment link up and working from the orchard, sort a water jug with tap water, put two HUGE umbrellas over the said food tables to give shade… and then safety pin and tie them together when they decided to blow wildly around. Then a float for outside, scales and till on in the shop for sales inside - as we were keeping the drinks inside the shop in the fridge. Tidy, hoover, tidy outside including cutting back some growth on the parking area… We had fifty or so people booked, and last year the same number had turned up without booking, so we were expecting a little crowd. Hook Eagle Morris all turned up (they are the best!!!), and we were ready… and waited… and waited! By noon, with no cars showing, I got an anxious feeling I’d forgotten to change a time… You see, we were originally doing this event from 3pm, though about four or five months ago Vanessa was keen to change this to noon. At that point we had two sets of reserved tickets (this has been a free event… so far!), so I immediately contacted them before I made the changes and made sure they were aware of the time change - four months ahead! However, with anxiety running I thought I’d made a mistake and not changed the ticket reservation side of things, and maybe everyone would turn up at 3pm rather than noon… and… and… OMG!!! Heart pounding, I checked… and everything clearly said a noon start time. With huge relief, I then spied the first customers arriving in their car. The event was fabulous, and Hook Eagle Morris just superb (as always!), though sadly we think the hot weather over the past few days had turned off some customers who’d reserved tickets, as the turnout was low and nowhere near the number expected. However, those who turned up loved the event, with some asking when the Wassail would be and “You will do Midsummer Revels again next year… won’t you?”… The answer, I think, is yes, though we may charge an entrance fee next time, one that can be fully redeemed against a purchase from the shop - as most buy at least a cold drink. Our thought is that by offering this as a free event some might cry off as they’ve nothing to lose - other than a good time! However, if people have to fork out a little bit of dosh… we will think on. After clearing everything away, and with all the fabulous members of Hook Eagle Morris departed, Vanessa put the kettle on and we enjoyed a quiet cuppa just chilling out by the bench at the side of the renovated pond. And then after a little more chat in the shade of the Great Green Barn, it was time to wend our way home - thankfully, a not too difficult journey home, which I was very glad of. Weather: Definitely cooler, with generally sunny breaks through lightly overcast skies - around 27°, though the breeze did really pick up by early afternoon. Breakfast: Lidl Rye with Flora ProActiv, yeast extract and peanut butter Lunch: Spanakopita, Hummus and pitta (from The Life Goddess) Supper: Hummus (ours), plus Hummus from The Life Goddess, olives, tomato, basil, radish, cucumber and crackers  Lady of Shallot 12 June 2025 (Thursday) Up early and after making a flask of tea and some crackers with marmite and thin slivers of cheddar, we were off to Kew Gardens to see the roses. We had a lovely time, and had a really good look at the roses. Whilst Richard wandered taking loads of photos, I took a few photos of ones I really liked, keeping their names to add to each photo later. Lady of Shallot is an absolute fave, as it has been for ages, as is Dame Judi Dench; both were introduced by David Austin Roses in 2009, though I had thought the Lady of Shallot a much older rose… I must be thinking of another. I also did a segment for A Week at the Plot and talked briefly about how to prune roses, and why bees (and other pollinators1) like some rose types better than others. Back at home, there were a few issues ongoing with For Earth’s Sake - it just seems to be one of those weeks… We’d been forecast rain, and had felt a drop or two at Kew, though in the end none was coming so down to the plot I went to water, and I decided to do some pot tidying - which I guess was also a little plot tidying, though it does need a HUGE amount more - maybe at the weekend!
Weather: Sunny start, then dull and cloudy by 9.30am, and feeling much more humid by around 10.30am. The sun then came out early afternoon, and it was feeling a tad warm, though no thunderstorms… Breakfast: Bran Sticks, yogurt, and sultanas Lunch: Egg Mayonnaise, rice crackers cucumber, tomato and radish Supper: Wholewheat spaghetti with broad bean, pesto, garlic, basil and a little cream cheese  Richard, the master photographer at work 22 & 23 May 2025 (Thursday & Friday) Thursday morning, and I was up early, making a cuppa or two in Vivi’s kitchen, taking one out onto her patio garden which we’d gently walked through yesterday. Standing still, slightly honey sweetened tea in hand, the view is just divine; the still waters of the bay, imposing chalk headland, borrowed landscape of rose covered walls, rooves and chimneys, a steeple and crenellations - this is something I’d not tire of, ever! Back in the kitchen, Richard joined me and we had breakfast, starting with our cereal then putting on some thick toast for us when Vivi joined. Lots of chat, a little more chat, then a little more chat, then up, dressed and out, walking further up Cardiac Hill, along, then up Cardio Hill which seems even steeper. Our mission… a not so little walking tour up to the South West Coast Path, down along to Peveril Point, then carefully step by stone step down to the harbour-to-headland promenade, across the fronts of houses and backs of marine businesses, over a small beach and then behind the Yacht Club with its glimmer of exclusivity and warden-manned gates, then breathing in the sights and glorious scent of roses and mallow in an elevated border as our feet trod along at ground level once again. All the while the breeze blew gently, the sun shone brightly and the salty smell of the sea brought back happy days of buckets and spades, and seaweed and sand… and grease-proof paper wrapped sandwiches in Tupperware with no branding. Happy Days indeed! With Vivi and Richard taking a seat in the sanctuary garden, I went off passing restaurants and day trippers to the seafront facilities to do what seafront facilities allow before returning to the two of them, reading a few restaurant menus on the way back as time was less pressing. Back at Vivi’s and after a delicious lunch we were out back, in the garden, pulling ivy and planning a lightbulb change which required a quick trip down the street and across town to the hardware store, where we met the lovely Wendy and her sisters; she’s a subscriber to What Vivi did next and was just so delighted to have met Vivi whilst on her holibobs with her sisters. Lightbulb bought, we popped into the train station to watch the smoke rise as a steam train left the platform, then off to the Co-op and up to the Mill Pond, then down again back to the High Street, passing on the way a hotel that was once a nunnery, and antique and bric-a-brac shops, and pubs… there are quite a few pubs! Then it was home to change the outside bulb, which we did and found out worked once it was dark… although Vivi told us by the next evening the lower one wasn’t working though the upper one we changed on Friday morning was - maybe a loose wire. A delicious bits and pieces supper with a glass or two, much chat, then bed.
Friday, and again I was up first, though not as early as yesterday, and then Vivi, and then Richard. Cups of tea for Richard and me, and the same routine of breakfast as yesterday and then we were back out in the garden with the view pulling more ivy, gently though firmly; it’s a fabulous plant, but you really don’t want it to take hold in and through your Purbeck stone walls, of which there are many thousands in the area! After a vibrant, tangy, and salty Greek Salad a la Vivi, it was time to wend our way back up Cardiac Hill and Cardio Hill, check Fenella was fine and dandy, depress the clutch, turn the key and start our journey back to London, leaving Vivi and a little bit of ourselves in Swanage. I doubt it will be long before the three of us, Fenella included, will be back south to visit once again Vivi’s Cottage by the Sea. Thursday 22 May Weather: Swanage was a little warmer and gorgeously sunny. Around 18° Breakfast: Bran Sticks, oat milk, and Richard's bread machine wholemeal loaf as toast with Flora ProActiv and honey Lunch: Vivi’s Chickpea Curry with thick slices of Richard's bread machine wholemeal loaf Supper: Crackers, oat cakes, hummus, blue cheese, cheddar, orange Friday 23 May Weather: Swanage was a little cooler and greyer than yesterday. Around 16° Breakfast: Bran Sticks, oat milk, and Richard's bread machine wholemeal loaf as toast with Flora ProActiv and honey Lunch: Vivi’s Greek Salad Supper: Wholewheat Spaghetti with broad beans, basil pesto and grated cheese, and radish  Spent rhododendron petals creating a magic carpet. 8 May 2025 (Thursday) Richard’s in that period of time when he’s up before me and making tea, or heating one up for each of us. I had editing to do, and we were going to have time at Kew Gardens… so, editing would have to wait as Kew Gardens was the priority. You see, we wanted to get there at the crack of Members' Early Opening at 8am so that we could delight in there being so few people walking around the gardens - just Kew staff and members. Once the gates open at 10am it can get really busy, so we try to make the most of these early opening opportunities. I did my usual snack of rice cakes spread with Flora ProActiv then some yeast extract and some very thin slices of cheese. There’s always a flask of sweetened tea to go with it, sometimes with milk as I have milk, though always with some honey as Richard usually drinks his black with honey. All prepped and ready we got off to Kew… and whilst driving Richard remembered he hadn't had breakfast… and then I remembered I also hadn’t had breakfast! So, our rice cakes snack would be coming in even more handy than usual! Our first stop was Kew Palace, and as we walked to this majestic red building it seemed we had the whole of Kew Gardens to ourselves… and Kew Palace and its gardens to ourselves too, as the only other people we saw were Kew staff. Leaving Kew Palace and passing the Orangery we wandered up the Broad Walk, and along to the rose garden and beyond to the lake where we took a seat and had our snack; a rice cake sandwich each, and a little tea. Then up, and we continued walking, off around the lake where I was accosted by two Egyptian geese and their six rather large chicks - the chicks really took to me until daddy goose honked and they all followed him off - whilst this was happening Richard was befriended by a coot who took to his jeans, which we knew as he was pecked once or twice! On we went, towards the pagoda, with a toilet break on the way, in the loos by the pond. We then doubled-back by the Japanese garden, and then through the woodland area passing Queen Charlotte’s Cottage as we did. By this time we’d been walking around for almost two hours, and still we’d not knowingly seen another visitor… it really felt as though we had this magical garden to ourselves, with the occasional smile and “Hello” to a staff member. When we got to the end of the long view from the Palm House, Syon View, we took a seat for further rice cake snack and tea, and I noticed the white lion that walks atop Syon House has had a new coat of paint. At this point I heard some voices, and turning my head to the path that leads to distant Brentford Gate I saw the first people who weren’t Kew staff, so knew it was past 10am and the main gates were all now open to the public. Time to wend our way home…
Walking back to Brentford Gate, where Fenella would be patiently waiting for us in the Pay-to-Stay car park, we went down the walk of the Rhododendron Dell, hoping that it would be bursting with colour - and it was! I saw a good few I loved, so I took a photo of them and their nameplates so that I could put variety to colour when I was back at my desk… I dream of a dell like this… maybe our next garden… fingers crossed!! Saying goodbye to the staff at the gate and being back at Fenella, with three hours of blissful Kew to start the day, we drove home; Richard at the wheel as he was on the way there. We had cereal when we got home, then both got to our desks for work, and in my case work work too; some prices needed to be changed on the scales and the till of For Earth’s Sake, so that was done by a WhatsApp video chat with the staff member who was on duty. After lunch, more work work for me then off to the plot to do a bit more footage to close off today's segment of A Week at the Plot. I’d taken various bits at Kew, though wanted to end today’s segment at the plot with a look at the pricked out cosmos and our plants and seedlings hardening off on one of our benches. Then home to make supper…  Recipe: Lemony Tofu & Broccoli
I’d bought broccoli from Lidl on my last visit as I wanted to do another meal with tofu, and I thought I’d do something lemony. I also decided I’d add some carrots too, though I think next time I’ll do red pepper, and maybe a green pepper, as I think that would sit better visually and taste wise. I used a large pan with a lid, a large saute pan. Ingredients (serves 2) 200g Extra Firm Tofu, frozen, defrosted and well pressed 2 tbsp gram flour (chickpea flour) or flour of your choice 1 tbsp olive oil Half a red onion, sliced thinly 2 medium carrots, topped and tailed and peeled and cut into pound size coins 1 large head of broccoli, about 600g, florets cut into bite sized pieces 4 tbsp water ½ tsp salt Lemon Sauce 3 tbsp lemon juice 1 tbsp Liquid Aminos or soy sauce 1 tbsp maple syrup, agave or sugar 1 tsp Sesame Oil, or your preferred oil 1 tsp Marigold Vegetable Bouillon powder, salt or a stock cube crumbled Method As I’ve said before, I now keep tofu in the freezer so it’s ready to defrost from 24 hours before using. You end up with a firmer tofu this way, though if you wish to use straight from a fresh chilled packet please do. Press the tofu between your palms and over a sink a few times to remove as much liquid as possible. I then put between a well folded and VERY clean fresh tea towel and press again. After this process, lay the block on a cutting board on one of the two largest sides, and cut in half lengthways. Now cut these long cubes of tofu every 1cm or so - hopefully this will leave you with flat squares about 1cm deep. Add the little slabs of tofu to a bowl with the gram flour, and move around gently with your fingers to coat the tofu. Leave to stand for ten minutes, then do this again. Wash your hands after each coating procedure! Whilst the tofu is sitting prepare the vegetables, and get your ingredients for the marinade out, but not measured out (unless you want to wash up another bowl). Heat a pan on a hob with half the olive oil - you don’t want it to smoke. Lay the tofu slices flat side down and cook for two minutes, then turn and cook for two minutes more. The tofu should be lightly browned on both sides. Once this is done remove the tofu and keep warm, if possible. Now add the remaining olive oil to the pan, and then the onions, carrots, broccoli, water and salt. Bring to a steam, turn down the heat to low and cover. Steam for five minutes, or until the carrots and stems of the broccoli are al dente. Whilst the vegetables are steaming, add the lemon sauce ingredients to the bowl the tofu and gram flour were in, and stir. The remaining gram flour will help thicken the sauce slightly. When the vegetables are al dente, add in the lemon sauce mixture and stir around the pan, and add in the tofu slices. Stirring, bring all up to a bubble, then stir for a minute more, then serve. I served this with Lemon Potatoes, and though Richard was VERY happy with this it was really a bit too heavy on the lemon. Next time I will serve with plain boiled rice, and will use red and green peppers instead of the carrots; sliced thinly, though I might just keep the carrots too. This is another keeper!!! Weather: Cloudy at first, though sun breaking through in spells. Around 17° with an overnight of 7°. Breakfast: NONE… so crackers early at Kew Late Breakfast: Bran flakes, yogurt and a banana Lunch: Carrot & Lentil Soup, cottage cheese, crackers, yeast extract, cucumber and radish Supper: Lemony Tofu & Broccoli and Lemon Potatoes  25 April 2025 (Friday) Richard was up VERY early, opening window slats by 5.30am, making me awake enough I knew I’d not get back to sleep! Then he had a shave… with his electric razor… which buzzed me wide awake from the dressing room, ensuring I was well ready to get up and start the day… though I’ll pay for such an early rise later! At my desk VERY early, going through For Earth’s Sake deliveries from two suppliers, adding the quantity of each to stock and checking on what had and what had not been delivered… no organic brazil nuts, which have really rocketed in price since we last bought them, six months ago - maybe up 40%!!! Once this was done I got on with updating this blog… it seems ages that I’ve not updated it. I generally write it daily, dictating or typing it up into a Google document on my phone, and then when at my desk I read, make changes, spell check, then copy it from the document to my website savident.com. I guess it’s been a busy week one way and another, and of course the beginning of the week was Easter Monday, which seems SO long ago now… Anyway, as I type this Friday section of my blog, which will likely be up tomorrow, I’ve just done the above and uploaded Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday… so plenty to read! A quick chat with Vanessa post breakfast; she called as I was editing yesterday's segment of A Week at the Plot. It couldn't be a long call as we’d decided that we’d get off to Aston Rowant Nature Reserve again today, as we did two weeks ago. We were hoping that the bluebells would be out, as last time we felt they were about two weeks away from opening. To be honest, I wasn't really in the mood to drive out of London and I'd have been quite happy to have curled myself up for the day with my book, though sometimes we need to push through what we feel we don't want to do to actually experience all the benefits of a day. This was one of those days. It was really worth the drive out there. Unfortunately, as we got on to the A40 it clouded over a little bit, so by the time we got to Aston Rowant the sun wasn't as bright as it had been when we left home. We parked at the entrance to the wood, rather than in the usual car park and did our walk through the wood, with the skies clouded over and the secretive sun peeping out every now and again, teasing us at various points. Sitting on our bench eating our snack and tea, a big bumblebee buzzed around us for about five minutes. It was buzzing over the leaf litter, either to find a den, shelter or something else… it was certainly rather tenacious in whatever it was doing. As I ate the last finger of my dark Kit-Kat, Rchard got up to take some photos, and at that point the sun came out… so we decided to retrace our steps right back along the top path so that Richard could take the swathes of fresh, bright bluebells in the sunlight. It was well worth it. The drive home was uneventful, and when we got home as I’d driven back Richard said that he’d make lunch. He suggested baked beans on pitta with the leftover hot dogs from last night, which I was fine with; it made a lot of sense in many ways as I was already wearing an orange T-shirt. After lunch, and a little bit of time at my desk, I was down at the plot just pottering. A few things needed watering in the poly and the greenhouse, and outside I decided it was time to sort out the blueberries. There's one that we inherited when we took over the lower half of the plot that had died over the winter. I don't know why. I guess it just either got too cold or it got to the age that it was time for it to stop doing anything. I'm sure it didn't get too cold, as our winter was much milder than previous winters where it’s survived really well. The sad thing is, it's always been the first to bloom and the first to bear fruit, and also it’s been the most prolific fruiter of the blueberries that we have. Another one, which sits in the tub with its pairing of the same variety, has also died so I decided with two large tubs it was mostly best to reuse them. I turned out the compost, weeded it, and planted spare seed potatoes that have been hanging around for some weeks. Another job done, and another one I've been putting off for another day. Sitting down, I looked at my phone and saw that it was three minutes past five. I was sort of just having a rest and thinking about going home when I looked to my left at the rather unkempt flower border bed, overgrown with weeds of which most are grasses. Into the shed I went, picking up a kneeling pad, and I set to work on pulling the grasses and weeds that are in that bed. I've spent the time over the last few months making sure that all the growing areas are up to scratch. Then, over the last few weeks I've spent quite some time working on general areas, tidying them to make it easier for me to move around the plot or weeding them to reduce the amount of weeds that grow in certain areas; embedded bindweed growing in the path behind the shed and another patch invading the space beneath the ceanothus bring two examples. After half an hour, I was done in and though the bed didn't look spectacular by any stretch of my imagination, it looked a lot better than it did with all the grass blades shooting towards the sky and covering flowering plants. I didn't finish the bed, though I’ll likely have another go tomorrow. Over the coming months I'll go in with my hand fork and weed out as much of the grass weed root as I possibly can, and there's also Cinque Foil in there and some Bindweed so that will have to come out too.  And on Cinquefoil, I know I shared the top left photo yesterday, though here's a montage of photos of that deep tap-rooted one I took out yesterday, with a close up of the stone that it grew through; it must have found a hole or a fissure of some kind and just grown right through it, and then carried on growing, developing its long taproot for another fourteen or more inches deep into that front bed… an extraordinary plant in many ways!!
Anyway, I got home in time for making a cordial before Richard's Live, and then after that we had a quick pasta dish, one I often do on this day when Richard's done a live. It's wholewheat pasta (tonight it was Fusilli), with cooked frozen broad beans, jar pesto, garlic and grated cheese. We had radish with it too. Quick, easy and tasty. A bit of TV, and a film on Prime called Dark Encounter which turned out to be a completely different film than I’d expected it to be; though also the film that I sort of expected it to be as within half an hour I thought that a certain thing had happened, and it turned out that it had, though they needed external help to work it out. Richard fell asleep halfway through, so when we got to bed I explained to him what the premise of the whole story was… I think he was asleep by the time I finished. Finishing off a half-read chapter of The Beautiful Mystery and reading another, it was soon time to put off the light and go to sleep. Weather: Bright start to the day, though certainly chilly overnight. Feeling warmer for sure. Breakfast: Bran sticks, yogurt and banana Snack: Rice cakes, Flora ProActiv (keeps them crisp), yeast extract and thinly sliced cheese… and a dark Kit-Kat Lunch: Bake Beans (tinned) on toasted pitta with leftover Fry’s vegan hot dogs Supper: Wholewheat Fusilli with broad beans, garlic, olive oil, pesto and grated cheese, and radish  10 April 2025 (Thursday) We planned a visit to Aston Rowant today so we got up early, getting our ablutions and breakfast all done and dusted and me preparing a snack and a flask of tea for our trip. It's part of our routine to take a snack and beverage with us so that we can sit on a bench, a fallen tree or a ledge, refuel, and ponder all around us, even when we're only going to Kew Gardens… a mere twenty minutes drive away! I guess as well as sustenance, it's a treat, harking back to picnics of bygone days. Richard hadn't slept very well, so he asked if I’d drive which I obviously had no problem with. It can be quite challenging when you've had a poor night’s sleep to then be in charge of any equipment, especially something as dangerous as a car driving along the motorway at whatever speed your head and foot dictate! After an uneventful drive, where chat and gaps were both welcome, we parked up in the Natural England car park at the end of the now very well weathered and pitted road. The car park’s used by dog walkers, walkers and doggers alike; each category of user having their own purpose and pleasures! We did our usual round: walking from the car park down to the lookout point, through the gate (that had PLOP written on it in chalk…), along the chalk embankment (hence writing implement for the PLOP), then up across the sheep walk and the back down to look out over Aylesbury plain, down into the woodland, up the wider path to go into the forest, left into the side forest that sweeps around the giant field of yellow flowered rapeseed, and right past fallen pointy tree point, and along almost to the road, turning 180° at this point to retrace our steps. We took our time, and halfway through the long walk of the side forest sat on our favourite bench to have our snack, with some quiet chat and a managed gap in trees giving an almost secretive glimpse of the hazy plain beyond. The first three quarters of the walk was incredibly wonderful, as we met not a single person. It's always lovely when walking to pass somebody and nod, or give a smile, or say “Hello” or “Morning” or “Lovely day for it”... and it's even more special to do the same walk and meet no one. True bliss, surely?  On our way back, just passing the bench where we'd had our snack not twenty minutes previous, I saw the first dog walker; up along the top path, his mongrel bounding excitedly ahead and he following on, with a whistle quietly thrusting through his teeth. He seemed oblivious to me being on the lower path, and of Richard fifty feet behind taking a photo of some wood anemones.
Richard had decided that we'd take a new way back to the car, which I was slightly wary of as the suggested path went sharply down, meandering away from where we needed to get to and if we followed it down I was sure at some point we'd have to wind the whole way right back up. I also wasn't sure it was a circular path, instead thinking it led away from where we wanted to get to in order to take ourselves back to the Fenella. However, being the staunch adventurers we are, we walked down the steep incline, and after about five minutes of trepidatious foot placing and much rustling of leaves found ourselves at the back of a few houses… With uncertainty of what was ahead and a certainty of what was behind we turned round, making our way back up the steeping incline breathing deeply and puffing gently as we both went. Back at the top, we began our way back to the car, retracing our steps rather than taking the usual shortcut along the rutted road. We passed various other folk, and when we got back to a high point where it's necessary to go through a gate we found two rather fluffy terriers standing still and watching what we were doing, with anticipation or apathy, I couldn't really tell. Their ‘owners’ looked to be nowhere, though the hilltop hid them and they were maybe just a few feet behind; an elderly couple, and she took a rest on the incongruous lone metal chair that's pegged into the ground. I guess they do this walk regularly, maybe weekly, even daily, maybe even twice daily. Who knows but them and their dogs? As we greeted and passed on our way as walkers without dogs and dog walkers so, I imagined the couple having lived their lives together for decades, dogs changing as they do as the years of love and care go by. Of course, they may have only recently found each other, though I felt there was a comfort of knowing between them that only comes with uncounted days of give and take, and a developed deep understanding of one another… and suddenly I’m reminded of my mum and dad, and the joys and jostles life threw their way. A moment of anguish that they're no longer with us, and minutes of smiles as I remember the happy time… and then looking up I see a red kite soar in the thermals and my mind is taken elsewhere. Back at the car park, with boots taken off and shoes put back on, we sat in the car just watching things go by; Richard fiddling with his camera and lenses and me watching a red kite circling close by, maybe the same one, maybe not. In one of its turns dropping off an unwanted poo cargo that thankfully, despite its trajectory, was far enough away to miss Fenella. There was a joy in this moment… a first for me, as I'd never seen a red kite pooping in midair before… in fact not surprisingly, I’d never seen a red kite’s ablutions before. Happy days indeed, though if I’d been underneath it… it could have been a very Lucky Day, as the old wives’ tale goes. The drive back, as usual, seemed to take less time than the getting there, and once home and lunch was had, it was time to get to my desk for an hour's work work. As Richard electronically developed all the photos he’d taken, sorting out what was good and what was not and what would be used where, I popped to the plot to do the necessary watering. It hasn't rained for well over two weeks now, and watering needs to be done. The forecasters say that at the back end of the weekend the temperature will dip from the highs that we're getting now and rain will come. And even though I love the temperatures, the rain will be welcome. Happy Days! Weather: Cloudy start, with sun coming out late morning. Blue skies and sun in the afternoon, and warm veering to hot, circa 22°. Bliss. Breakfast: Bran sticks, yogurt, banana, sultanas Aston Rowant Snack: Rice Cracker Sandwich with spread, yeast extract and thinly sliced cheese, and tea Lunch: Baguette with Quorn Chicken slices, coleslaw and cucumber Supper: Baked Beans (from freezer), potatoes broiled in a lidded pan with leftover braised cabbage and carrots added and heated through at the end.  2 April 2025 (Wednesday) We were thinking of going to Avebury, though instead a closer less tiring drive took place to Kew Gardens and back. The sun shone and it was warm, though there was a blustery wind all day which meant that a gilet (body warmer) was definitely needed. The cherry blossoms and magnolias were mainly in full bloom, with some looking stunning whilst others just looked thoroughly beautiful. One spectacular pale yellowy cream magnolia really took my interest; called Yellow Lantern it’s one that I would love to have - unusual and eye-catching, though as with many magnolias there was no scent. One rather blousy white magnolia did have the most magnificent scent, making it wonderfully special in its own way.
There were still many daffodils out, though drifts we’d seen a few weeks back were now well over. A few varieties really caught my eye, including one that was virtually white, maybe then palest cream species and another which was white petaled with the palest yellow trumpet. This is the thing at Kew Gardens, they have so many different species and specimens and suddenly you see one or two that really grab you.
Getting back home, after a quick lunch, I finished editing yesterday's filmed segments of A Week at the Plot, and then going on and doing a quick edit of today's footage at Kew Gardens today, though I want to get to the plot and do some work, just watering… though in the end I do much more!
Early to bed, as it’s an early start for me tomorrow as I’m off to Vanessa as I’ve meetings at the Great Green Barn with potential crafters who run workshops, and also some prices to change at For Earth’s Sake which I can only do onsite. Weather: Cool start, then warming up swiftly and sunny much of the day. though quite a chilling blustery wind all day. Breakfast: Bran sticks, yogurt, banana Kew Snack: Rice Cracker Sandwich with spread, yeast extract and thinly sliced cheese, Cream Cracker Sandwich with spread and yeast extract, and tea Lunch: Pitta, homemade coleslaw and thin slices of cheese Supper: Microwave Spinach Omelette, Baked Potato, salad of red onion, radish, cucumber and celery |
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