Fifteen - Nil.

Finished off the fifteen bags of manure this evening.
Dug two more inter-row gaps in the raspberries and distributed the eight remaining bags, plus around six bags of tree-surgeon shreddings.

Down at the extreme north-west of my little enclave lurks the Emperor of the Daleks, open him up and stir his guts, then watch the steam rise.

Guess what I spotted on Diddy's plot?

Yup, the first spear of Asparagus, summer is a-coming.