I finally pulled up the remainder of our first early Rocket spuds, resulting in a barely-liftable bag full of the blighters. We've still got a good few rows of second early International Kidney and main crop Pink Fir Apple to come. Another sack of Blue Lake climbing beans were claimed, they have been stupidly prolific; we've been having them on just about every meal but aren't yet bored of the strange squeaky noises you get when eating them absolutely fresh.
Kasia did some serious weeding around our remaining unpicked blueberries and we picked a good punnet of raspberries and blackberries, which served to enliven bowls of breakfast cereal.
In spite, or perhaps because of, the lack of attention we've paid it, the single surviving globe artichoke plant from those we planted at the back end of last year looks like it might even produce something edible. These are coming through far later than those I've seen on neighbours' plots, perhaps we've got a late variety. The chokes are very attractive as they begin to form.
Having spent the denouement of the bank holiday weekend catching a good bit of sun and gotten quite a lot done, we trundled deliriously home with a wheelbarrow full to the brim of spuds, beans, courgettes and kale. I never thought we'd ever really need a barrow to transport the pickings of our labours when we started this whole allotment thing. I suppose that speaks of just what an excellent growing season it has been. A bit more of the same, just until our freshly planted seedlings can kick on and turn into viable food, would be great, ta very much.