Small Steps

Leg continues uncooperative.

I finally transplanted the salad greens outside. I got a trough and put copper tape around it, which is supposed to deter slugs. To be honest, I had a bit of a fight with the tape, and it's not at all even, but hopefully it will work.

I thought that I'd soak the seedlings under a tap before I planted them out. Unfortunately, I usually rinse things under the hot tap, and muscle memory had me holding the seedlings under hot water until I realised and doused them in cold water. I hope that the seedlings survive being blanched. 

I was in a lot of pain so things got shoved in, but we'll see how they go. I also potted up the rosemary. I was planning on using the pot that the previous rosemary was in. 

However that rosemary has been in there for around a decade and I couldn't budge the soil in the pot. I may need specialist equipment if I want to use the dratted pot again, it was set like concrete. Instead I bunged some extra compost on top of old soil in what I think may have once held bulbs, or possibly a tomato, back when bear was in primary school and added the plant. 

Fingers crossed that it will survive.

Joy very kindly offered to brief me on Essex if I needed information, and I may well take shameless advantage of that in the future, but I'm not currently on a deep dive on Essex. I thought I'd explain how my mind, such as it is, works. The best analogy is a blue bottle on a sugar rush in a hurricane. It went something like this. 

I referred briefly to some ancient papers in the latest instalment from the White Hart (here). They were copies of originals that had been found in a rectory. The papers could have originated anywhere, but I wanted them to be found in a rural location with perhaps a reputation for dealing with the supernatural. If I remember correctly, because I didn't check, the majority of the Witch Trials in England were held in Essex, a rural county, at least at the time. So I went on Google maps, zoomed in on Essex and picked a likely village which could have a rectory 'nearby'. This took me a few moments then I was back in the middle of dialogue. But that is a significant part of my writing process - my mind zigzagging around all sorts of topics. 

(I did some research on Witch Trials, many, many years ago, and the methods used to obtain confessions and the hysteria that surrounded them left me very distrustful of populist movements and somewhat cynical).

Writing stuff - It's late, but the latest instalment of the White Hart is here. 

Hugs and good health to all.