Cucumber. Sunday, a perfect day for bartering with my fellow allotmenteers. I am now the proud new owner of Eric’s cucumber. He will no doubt be the proud new owner of a belly full of apple pie, crumble or somesuch.
Sweet peas, shown to the president of the Sweet Pea Society in a mocking ‘look at these prize winners’. Only prize they’re winning is a beauty contest. Collect £10.
Golden Wedding Anniversary rose left behind by two romantic souls.
Box brownie prints of Sissinghurst. May be appearing soon in the shop.
Rose and mint tea. Apparently sold at a little market somewhere in Kent. I’m reliant on my lovely sister-in-law to provide more when the jar runs out.
BBQ at the plot today, inpromptu gathering. Was my beetroot better than G’s? Apparently yes. I like to think I’m not competitive – its a complete lie. My chunky beetroot rocked.