We farm cucumbers

Normally in August and September, Rambling Man takes some time off. Time to relax, unwind, and, [checks notes] spend time on beaches and water slides with the children. This year I thought I’d do something different. I thought I’d share some photos that I’ve wanted to use in my Sunday Picture feature for a long time but never seemed to find the right time. Well their time is now…

This August bank holiday weekend marks the seventh year since we moved into our house in Greater Manchester. What with having a newborn baby at the time, we never got round to doing a housewarming party. Every subsequent year I’d think about finally doing one on the anniversary, but would remember about it far too. Or we’d have some other commitment. Or be on holiday. Next year, I kept saying to myself.

Skip forward a few years later and I moot the idea we should do a big ‘five year’ bash. I have this idea in plenty of time. I start thinking about what we could do. Plan out invites with a suggestion to “save the date”.

That was January 2020. Yeah, you can guess the rest.

I gave up after that.

Why am I telling you this? And what has it to do with a metal sign saying “Cucumber Farm”? Well…

Okay, there’s not really much to say about Cucumber Farm. It’s the name of the farm and the entrance to it is near Singleton in West Sussex. I passed by it whilst on my way to my B&B when walking the South Downs Way. And many moons ago I put this photo in a pile of “possibles” to include on this website.

I have no idea why. Other than that I find it funny. Not that funny. It’s not hysterical or anything. But it never seemed right to use it. Cos frankly it’s not a great photo. And it’s not that interesting, really. To be honest, it’s here mainly because if I don’t use it now, whenever will I?

Sometimes you just have to do things. And – here’s the screeching tenuous link – maybe I do need to do that housewarming party after all.

Although we can’t do it this weekend. Cos we’ve got something on.