I wasn't planning to make pickled greens this year.
I'm just a bit pickled out.
And sick of trying to stop Amy from eating her bodyweight in salt.
And sick of throwing out the leftovers come March.
But Monday morning I got a phonecall from the woman who gives us pickling greens each year.
'Come out. Plenty of greens. Best get them before the Autumn leaves are blown into them.'
'Wow, thank you for thinking of me but I think I will not pickle any this year. Thank you so much for-'
'What a waste! Really good greens this year. Come out and get them!'
And so off I went to pick greens.
I needed the big car for storage purposes but the field is on a really narrow road with no verges and big drop offs to the fields. Oh what fun it is to drive a 7 seater around here!
I carefully eased myself into a park as far as possible from a corner without hitting the next corner remembering the driving school rule about 3m from an intersection.
There was a knock on the window.
I was far too far form the field.
At least a 5m walk.
That's 5 metres.
So I did a terribly ungraceful 37 point turn and re-parked on a slightly wider verge right on the corner of the hill and just hoped that my driving instructor wouldn't be driving past and started picking greens all the while keeping an eye on the road incase a truck or some other vehicle was unable to get past my car...
And that's how I looked up and saw this:
Not sure if you can see but there is noone in either cab of those trucks that are completely blocking the road between them.
The engines aren't even on.
The lady whose truck is facing us had been driving down the road when she noticed the lady who belongs to the other truck in her field there.
So of course she just cut the engine and got out and went over for a chat.
Quite a lengthy chat as it turned out.
And I was worrying about being badly parked on a verge on a corner, huh?