I am a passenger. And I ride and I ride…
There really is no end to slugs this year. The big ones have vanished, but kale, pak choi and brussels are over-run with little ones. And their droppings. Why won’t […]
Running out of steam
It’s getting more unappealing to be on the plot. Cold, slightly slushy underfoot and usually with chilly breezes nipping at your face. I could do with a break from it. […]
Contemplating heresy
It’s that time of year when I declare I’ll abandon my strictly orthodox digging and sifting of all new ground, in the interests of actually planting something. I’ve followed through […]
Still no parsnips.
I am giving them till the weekend to show themselves or I will be sticking some squashes in. And in any battle of parsnips vs squash I know what my money would be on. Bar 3 minor casualties the plots have survived last night’s gales unscathed: my giant plastic cloche […]
Parsnips, new clothes and fruit cages
By ‘eck it was chilly outside today. I’ve come home early as my plot mojo suddenly up and vanished. We were in Northampton on the weekend and the rain was […]
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