Here are my puny rhubarb stalks:

rhub2

But I will not be cruel to the rhubarb, it leads a heathy, outdoor life.  The evil ways of the Rhubarb Triangle stop at the Newcastle ferry.  We don’t “force” our rhubarb to do anything it doesn’t want to do.  And, frankly, it doesn’t want to do very much.

On the other side of the fence stands Holly, on her way to work:

holly1

holly2

Update. Here is a closeup of Holly’s front, left leg, so you can see where she kneels on it:

holly's front left leg

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