Thank you so much to everyone for their kind comments, tweets, and emails wishing me and Ailsa a happy wedding day. I’m really touched to share this corner of cyberspace with such a lovely bunch of people.
Sardinia was beautiful, hot, very friendly, and full of feeders. ‘You’ll be fit and fat by the end!’ said the man who met us at the airport and transferred me, Ailsa, and our bikes to the start point of the Skedaddle Coast to Coast ride.
The Sardinian food really motivated me to get straight back to the allotment on my return. Five-course meals of traditional home-cooked grub fired and filled my belly in equal measures. Grow your own and delicious local food is so ingrained in rural Sardinian life, and it’s impossible not to be inspired.
Huge Thanks to My Weed-Killing Mum
Luckily for me, my mum has been an absolute trooper while I’ve been away, keeping the plot ticking over and the weeds down. She’s been begging lifts and keeping the local taxi firm in business with frequent trips to the plot and I can’t thank her enough. And she even managed to get my horticulturally-averse dad to cut the grass.
So I was very, very excited to see what had grown in the fortnight I’d been away. I got home at 11 pm Saturday night but had to resist the temptation to pop over until the next morning. I’m not ashamed to admit to a few butterflies in the stomach as I wandered over.
What’s a Goner?
In bad news, the birds have had most of my gooseberries, so no delicious jam until the plums start falling from the trees, and my broad beans had to be pulled up prematurely. Mum’s official diagnosis was that they ‘went funny’, but she shelled a few for the freezer before they were composted down.
My strawberries have finished too, but I’ve certainly had my money’s worth from them this year, so no grumbles here.
Some Good News – Beets, Courgettes, Rhubarb, and French Beans!
Before I went away, someone jokingly said to me that my cheery blog had been rather depressing, with tales of forever failing spring onions, crazy weather, and the damage it was doing to the plot and snail decimations. So, its time to share some good news I reckon.
After being a bit behind this season, I’ve now got loads of beetroot ready. This is one of my favourite things to grow, and I’ve been chomping at the bit to harvest some.
I’ve also got my first one of these:
Let the glut begin!
But best of all, the rhubarb’s back! The dry weather had made my favourite allotment produce go all floppy and useless, but the recent rain has revived it. A dozen handsome sticks were cut, and I can now dig out my rhubarb recipes again.
I’ve also got French beans coming out of my ears. They’ve gone nuts in the past fortnight. I’ve never seen a row of such laden plants. I picked over half a kilo yesterday, and there are still loads on there.
Despite mum’s Herculean efforts, there are still a few things I need to catch up on, like weeding out my summer onions, but that heady mid-summer, all go feeling crept up on me yesterday leaving me full of excitement for the bounty ahead.
Maybe it’s getting married, or maybe it is coming home to a lovely English summer’s day, but I’m feeling all romantic at the moment.
Hope everything’s coming along swimmingly for you all and you’re tucking into courgettes galore