After the olive harvest we needed a days rest on which we only went out on a walk for some wild food foraging. The one day turned to two as the rains returned. So yesterday was the first time in a while that we got back to our own patch of land in Arcola as opposed to the olive grove in Popetto. And we discovered further damage caused by the rain:
Half my cold frame had slid away. There used to be a yard in front of it where we could walk along and from where we could access the cold frame.
Inside the tyre there used to be a Florida cranberry, which was already unhappy about being planted in such an unhospitable climate. This has given it the final nail.
It had slid along with half the bed that we had just dug over to plant brassica on top of the straggling remains of my tomatillos. Susan is just rescuing what she can, while Eddie looks on being a puzzled about the new shape his familiar landscape has taken on.
I provisionally repaired the cold frame, but this is what the mud looked like that I was standing below it:
The soil is absolutely saturated! Today there's a bitter wind blowing and more rain...