There is no worse a feeling than that of being 'useless'.
And that is exactly how I felt a couple of weeks ago, thinking that I would be unable to dig Haddock's; due to my bad back.
It's a depressing thought that 'dodgy hips' and 'sciatica' could bring an end to an activity that I hold essential to my life-style and philosophy.
However, Saint Fiacre has looked kindly on me once again, and with Lady Magnon's help we have prepared the ground for this year's crops; without too much serious pain (I'm pleased to add).
Haddock's will now lay fallow for a while, until some rain and further sun weaves it's magic and leaves the soil pliable enough to be rotovated to a fine tilth. Plenty of time for me to spread the compost and some horse manure.
There's a little more digging to do, but only where our few winter 'greens' are still just about hanging on.
I'm now suddenly more confident about the future, I reckon I've still got a few more Haddocking years ahead of me.
I can feel my winter depression lifting!