So Sunday morning comes around, and it’s allotment time.
The sun was out but there was a cold breeze, but Sunday morning allotment time means I can put the radio on and listen to BBC Essex Quest. I’m getting far too old, too quickly, and my Essex geography is terrible.
Anyway, we are trying to stick to a rotation, and after broad beans comes brassicas.
We dug over the bed, finding raspberry suckers and small potato plants (it’s been 2 years since we had Red Duke of Yorks in there).
And it’s been awhile since we took in the whole plot, so here goes…