Whilst moping about my house feeling jealous, I was treated to an apocalyptic storm in East London on Saturday. It was good in one way, making up for my tardy watering of late, but I was terrified it was going to destroy all my hard work.
I sat, glued to the window, as the poor squash plants were battered, the carrots flattened and the tomatoes flung about in the storm. But as the clouds broke and the deluge abated, it was soon clear I'd worried for no reason. All of my plants had passed their first real test in the big bad outdoors and as soon as the sun broke through started to look as healthy as ever. Go veggies!
On a completely different note, after my weekend of young people, this week I went to visit my grandparents, one of my gardening inspirations. I still remember the day we arrived on a family visit and couldn't park our car because there was a lorry load of horse manure dumped on their drive. What with us coming, they'd thought it was a good time to get some serious hard work done manuring their whole acre and half garden. Brilliant.
They never cease to amaze, and are still at it in their 80s. Fruit has always been the real big crop for my Nan, and nary a dinner goes by without a home grown fruit pie. With generous helpings of sugar smuggled on by my Granddad when Nan wasn't looking.
So here, for your viewing pleasure, are pics of some of this years crops, and my Nan and I enjoying some fresh gooseberries, blackcurrants, loganberries and redcurrants. And if can be even a quarter of the gardeners they are, I will be a proud, proud man!