Today we're having the last of the Fox's potatoes. They have been excellent, full of flavour. We're also having some of his tomatoes, fried, to accompany the Cumberland & black pudding sausages we bought at last week's Farmers' Market. It should be a real treat.
I do hope the Fox decides to have another go next year. The resultant vegetables have been so much tastier than those from the supermarket. There is one disadvantage though. They do need a lot of attention, which makes it difficult to go away on holiday for long during the summer months.
He grew them in pots & bags near the house, so they were easy to get to without having to cross our usual extra lakes on the lawn which appear whenever it rains. However, that does mean frequent watering. Our back garden is accessible from the street through a gate in the wall or through the house. Whenever we go away, indeed at all times, that gate is well bolted & the front door locked. We don't like to encourage burglars - you can tell we were brought up in the city. It follows, therefore, even if we could find friends or neighbours kind enough to pop round regularly to check them, they couldn't get in to get to the plants. It's a bit of a conundrum.
This year we have no regrets. The veg were good. The summer shone warmly so we happily spent it here. We had a good holiday in the south of France before the real growing season began so have not felt any itch to get away for any great length of time.
All in all it's been a good summer.
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