My father has a very large strawberry bed and that, plus the extreme likelihood that my father’s carer E will have lots of chocolate to hand out, is enough to encourage my son to join me on a road trip to Shipston. Do not tell the lockdown jihadis in the Welsh Government but we broke through the border two days ago.
This is one of two bowls of strawberries devoured within minutes. Back here at the Welsh Hovel, my 106 plants (now reduced to 105 by the badgers) have produced er… about two bowls of strawberries. My father’s efforts put me to shame.