In the Buddhist garden

      A finely drilled and rolled corner of what will be, in late summer, a field of peas but at the moment  it is more reminiscent of the raked gravel in a buddhist monastery garden.
      We don't really see farmers out there before dawn in saffron robes, rake in hand, systematically raking the field into a different pattern and texture every day before the peas break through.
      When those green shoots do burst through the pigeon hordes will arrive and there'll be a problem with only one solution.
      The great thing about the solution is pigeon breast is delicious with new potatoes, peas and gravy.
      Just mind your teeth on the shot though...