He quickly drank his tea before doing some stretching routines and then said that he would see them all later. He wore his grey tracksuit with the hood pulled over his head and a pair of heavy boots. Gordon watched from the window as he set off across the valley with a bag on his back with his work clothes in it.
Tracey was the last to get up as usual and strolled into the kitchen and sat down.
“Tea asked her mother?’
“Got any coffee mam?’
“Yes, we have some Nescafe in the cupboard
“Good I could murder a good cup of Nescafe.’
Tracey poured milk into a saucepan and lit the gas under it.’
She picked up a piece of toast and spread some Robinsons Golden Shred on it. She stared at the golly on the label as she replaced the lid.
“You were asleep quick last night said Tracey to Gordon.’
“It must have been the drive love; I hit the pillow and was out like a light.’ Plus that big bowl of cawl that your mother made also made me sleepy.’
“Did you sleep well?’
“I always sleep well Gordon.’
“What time does this butcher open?’
Ian will be there at seven o’clock preparing all of his meat fresh.’
Dylan ate his oatmeal and placed his flask and sandwiches for his dinner in his bait bag along with his work clothes. He put on his hard hat then asked if every one was ready.’
“See you later my lovely said Dylan as he made for the front door. Alwen followed him out and she kissed him as she had done every morning and last thing at night since they were married. They never went to bed on a row and always made up before going. Invariably it was always Dylan who admitted defeat. He should have known better; isn’t a woman always right he thought?
They walked along the road at quite a pace as Tracey’s father was used to walking back and forth to his garden.’
They reached the plot which was sixty feet across and eighty long.
The garden was neatly planned with different vegetables growing in each section all uniformed in rows of twenty. Tracey carried a trug which Dylan quickly filled with fresh produce.
Have you got some fresh basil and coriander Dylan?’
“I have everything yer boy.’
Dylan pulled around six large Musselburgh leeks that he used for the pot the long white stems stood out as they were neatly laid into the trug along with the carrots, parsnips, and turnip. Then Dylan cut him the fresh herbs that he had asked him for then set about watering his prized leeks with a secret formula that only he knew.
They weren’t ready for showing yet but they were a good eighteen inches around. He lovingly checked everyone like children before feeding them through a pipe so that the leaves didn’t get splashed and would take on a rusty look which was no good for the show. He would keep only six of his best leeks from the twenty five that he would cultivate just in case any split which would be a disaster.’
Other men were arriving to their gardens on their way to work just like Dylan they said good morning as they opened the gates to their gardens and quietly went about their business.
Gordon asked for a selection of salad vegetables that he could make a nice starter with which Dylan obliged him with. Then they were off after he locked the gate to his plot.
Tracey kissed her father and told him she would see him later.