No snow in Blackpool, but a biting wind. The schoolkids, who were supposed to come and plant a few trees, cried off.
It's been too cold for the Roundup to take effect where we sprayed off to prevent competition three weeks ago, so we don't know where to plant most of the trees, but we could plant a hedge.
So I sorted through 3,000 trees in a crate to find the 300 Hawthorn, only to discover they'd only sent 90, so turnover for two people and a 50 mile roundtrip = £45. Alba Trees' ears must have been turning blue, much like mine and Steve's.