Today I dug up our first potatoes. Unfortunately tonight’s meals were already planned, so I have placed them carefully in the fridge for Bernard to have for his tea tomorrow, with a nice piece of fish and something green and good. At the weekend I also had a handful of rocket (mostly bolted), and I did pull some rhubarb, but then we found a note from Bill At The Tap saying that he’s away for two weeks, so we should help ourselves to raspberries. Bill’s raspberries were so big and ripe and luscious that they almost fell into the bowl by themselves, in great quantities. The lady at the top plot is also going away and has told me to take anything that ripens. I think they all feel sorry for me and my shaded area.
