Last month it was time to harvest the broad beans, duly presided over by one Francis Bear. Continue reading “Beans please!”
Regular readers are probably wondering what’s become of the allotment. There’s been a conspicuous silence since it was last mentioned in April.
There has not been a conspicuous absence of work though. Looking at the photo below, I think you’ll agree that Mr. WB has done an amazing job.
In the absence of a drone, I shimmied up a ladder to give you a good view: Continue reading “Allotment Update!”
A recent conversation, me reading Mr. WB’s ‘Gardener’s World’ (having given him a subscription for his birthday). Continue reading “Sofa Sundays”
Or, at least, a strawberry bed. I finally made some contribution to our allotment last Sunday by getting down on my knees and planting the strawberries- 66 plants to be precise. Eleven of my Ballymaloe plants survived, and were joined by 55 runners propagated from our own garden. Continue reading “Strawberry Fields”
- Casually asking his wife ‘What would you think about X?’
- Long hours spent online researching X
- X appears
Apart from a leisurely lie-in on Tuesday (it must have been 7.50 before I was in the kitchen), the rest of this week started at 7.30am. No, not getting out of bed at 7.30; being in school at 7.30. Continue reading “Week 7:30”
If you are only going to go to one cookery school, make it Ballymaloe. It’s not so much a cookery school as a philosophy and way of life. Before being introduced to the kitchen, you’re introduced to the garden. Knowing where your food is coming from is key, all the way back to a wheelbarrow full of soil.
OK, technically it’s the Suburban Farm, but it just doesn’t have as nice a ring to it.
It’s about time I said something about my amazing garden. Firstly, it is due to an amazing landscape gardener, namely Mr. WB. Without him, there would just be a non-descript slope above the cream steps, full of rubbish (I should take a picture of next door as proof!) Continue reading “Welcome to the Urban Farm!”