I have been on a mission to get all my potted plants out of the cold frames and into the garden these last few weeks.
This has been a massive job, and one which I have not relished.
You can't get anyone round here to help you with gardening for love nor money - literally - and I don't just mean Neil, either.

Nobody wants to get their hands dirty these days. They all want to be YouTube "influencers" or tik-tokkers etc. etc. and those that would have been willing to help are more like me - old and knackered and not physically quite up to the tasks any more.

We also have the responsibility of a cat that has adopted us since Christmas. Long story.

The house sitter is not a gardener (understatement!), they're mostly here to look after the cat. But they will also be expected to water the plants that I run out of time to get out into the garden before we leave. Fortunately we are all able to communicate with each other thanks to modern tech, so any questions/issues/problems can hopefully be sorted out that way once we've left.
I stubbornly won't give up on the plants because they mean a lot to me, and if I can give then a fighting chance to survive while we're away it seemed daft to me not to do so. Living things need to be cared for. I lost my old mate just after Christmas. He had always looked after the garden. watering etc, while we were away anywhere and I could trust him to know what he was doing.
We don't have a situation where relatives or friends can come and look after the place for us, nor is it just a simple case of lock-up-and-leave.
Also, ours is a relatively small camper. It needs careful planning and organising when both of us are going to be occupying it over several weeks. If it was just one or the other of us flying solo the logistics would be much simpler.
The eleventh hour issues with the camper really haven't helped much.
C'est la vie. It is what it is. Hopefully we'll get there by next Tuesday


