After a seemingly endless period of dismal drear, we finally made it to the plot on a cold, crisp frosty day... woolly hat and socks were de rigueur.
After a seemingly endless period of dismal drear (probably only a few days in reality but it felt like it went on for a decade), we finally made it to the plot on a cold, crisp frosty day.
Everything crunched underfoot rather beautifully and woolly hat and socks were de rigueur for the appropriately attired allotmenteer. And, admittedly a week later than scheduled, the great tidy up began.
As I predicted, everything had been turned to mush by the previous frosts; courgette plants, squashes, beans and all. It could have been a horribly smelly, slimy and generally yucky job clearing up all of that except that, rather conveniently, this frost had turned all the mush hard again and therefore infinitely more pleasant to handle.
My partner Paul recently built me a coldframe/hot box (I know how to pick 'em!). A quick clear out revealed a couple of surprisingly perfect pak choi. It really must be toasty in there! Everything around it is shades of brown mush and white frost, and inside the hot box it's still September!
We harvested the last of the chillies and pulled these final few pak choi for Sunday lunch and patted Paul on the back, marvelling at the creativity of his construction. Wonder what else we could grow in it!
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