|The work of some utter shithouse or other|
We'd finally hacked down the insanely prolific climbing bean plants the week before and have frozen a couple of large bagfuls of what was left on them. The only harvesting of any note that went on over this last weekend was the digging up of the last spuds to remain in the soil, our Pink Fir Apple main crop. I had only planted three small rows of these as for some reason I doubted whether they would grow well at all. These fears proved fairly groundless as I ended up with a a fair trough full of them, most free from slug damage too. This in spite of the shameful mess I'd allowed the patch to get into; see if you can spot a spud plant among the docks and poppies.
|This is all one potato. Mental.|
|Still going strong|
Anyway, sod them. There are still more than enough very nice people on the plots to make it a pleasure to be down there.
Finally, I cut off as many green tomatoes as I could find on the remaining plants, and put these, optimistically, on the living room window. Who am I kidding? There's no way these will ripen before going off. Looks like another batch of green tomato chutney is in the post.
|Chutney to be.|