A suitably crisp autumnal day off work, and the first visit to the plot in nearly a month. If we were still in the midst of summer, I'd have been full of guilty trepidation at the prospect of the weed-fest our neglect would have dealt us. At this time of year however growth has slowed down to comparative slow motion which, after the frantic dash of the high season, comes as something of a relief and allows you the pleasure of just wandering round a bit and realising that things are much as you had left them. With a couple of notable exceptions.
The onion sets, garlic and shallots we planted last time out have met a variety of fates. The bed that has the red onions and shallots has gone exactly to plan, with nearly everything in it having sprouted.
|Jerusalem artichoke canes, and the blighters themselves at bottom-right|
|This is what anticipation looks like|
|A purple-veined beauty. Ahem.|
I had meandered slowly home, making the most of a full day off and some cautious but welcome afternoon sunshine. There really are some stunning views over the Tyne and beyond from various parts of the West End of Newcastle, even for dead people.