Business, Pleasure, and Horse Manure on the side

We went our separate ways this morning.  Robin had business to attend to, caravan club business, to be precise.  Our caravan club is hosting a Regional Rally in several months time, and there were a few questions to ask, points to raise, and loose ends to tie up.  The meeting went well, and the new committee now has a clearer idea of the facilities available at the site we will be using.

My meeting was for pleasure – not a bad thing to look forward to on a chilly Monday morning.  Those interested from the Probus group were attending the Canadian film “Still Mine”.  Based on true events, this is a heartfelt love story about an 89-year-old Craig who comes up against the system when he sets out to build a smaller more suitable house for his wife Irene, whose memory is starting to go. Although using the same methods his father, a shipbuilder, taught him, times and regulations have changed. With no plans to lodge, Craig quickly gets on the wrong side of an overzealous government inspector.  Having the plans all in his head is just not an acceptable option.  Nor is using the uncertified timber milled from his own trees. Stop work orders are placed on the house, and the threat of demolition hangs over the project.  As Irene becomes increasingly ill  Craig races to finish the house, stop work orders ignored.  Hauled into court and facing jail, we all wondered just how this story would end. I must admit I had to wipe a few tears away  - but then, I always do.

A movie still from Still Mine (2013).

That was the morning taken care of.  So what did the horse manure have to do with anything?  Rhubarb – that’s what.  Two bags of horse manure were purchased for the grand sum of $2 and dug into the soil of the raised veggie garden where the plants have been relocated to.   Rhubarb plants are gross feeders and will thrive on that tasty horse manure which has been worked into the soil.  The plants may well sulk a little after their move, but they will soon get used to their new home.  After all, they survived being potted up for several months when we moved from our previous house, so the plants must be quite hardy.  Soon it will be rhubarb crumble for dessert – with whipped cream maybe.  Sounds pretty good to me.

Who doesn’t like rhubarb?