

There has been a problem with the best cabbage I have ever grown (still in Plot 3), none of us could bear to harvest it as it looked so superb, but now it has TEETH MARKS in it.. either left by ravenous monks or wretched roe deer..damn them!
Record of progress and hopes for the garden at Hill House, and outstanding jobs!



I get frightfully excited about compost. In Edinburgh I recently got my rotting heap up to 55degreesC, I was out measuring it's temperature first thing each day. Getting compost to really take off like that takes great cuilinary skills... Bins are labelled clearly enough for all literate morons, 

Plot 4 now has purple sprouting broccoli, which all being well should be croppable in April... that is if it can survive the winter gales and hungry roedeer. It also has one tomatoe plant in it.. but not for much longer.
Plot 5 just has one lonely sickly squash plant at the moment and other wise is empty. I am about to put in a whole load of broad beans, in the hope they will be well established before the end of the growing season, and croppable in May.
That is the theory.

Plot 3, thanks to the kindness of Francis Richardson, has produced the best cabbages ever, huge and perfect. Also a seriously good crop of kale.. tough stuff, it is too tough for cows to eat and even survived being stood but a whopping great bovine, and yet Tom has managed to stuff it into the naughty nephews!
This small patch of earth is also supporting a tomatoe plant, a PRODUCTIVE corgette and a squash plant (not so productive).
Thank you Francis.

This is not just a pic of Dad's bum...

In this photograph you can see Dad installing blackcurrant bushes in the top corner, They were moved out onto the hill last summer, since when all their tenderest shoots have been devoured by bovines.. so they have been given a reprieve.