But we also have tomatoes from the greenhouse and sluggery, potatoes from the garden, and the apples won't be long now either.
Time to get cooking . . .
Our life among the bunnies ...
But we also have tomatoes from the greenhouse and sluggery, potatoes from the garden, and the apples won't be long now either.
Time to get cooking . . .
Back home from a few days visiting family, and it was time to pot on this year's crop of beef tomatoes into our newly 'paved' greenhouse.
And here they are - all planted up in their £1 buckets, sitting in trays to capture any water drainage.
So far so good - they seem to be taking to their new home well, and no rat holes to be seen!
🐀"There's a rat in me greenhouse what am I gonna do?" 🐀
After repeated incursions, burrowing into one corner of the greenhouse, the filming of the ratty culprit, and its wily avoidance of any traps, we decided to deal with the issue by paving over the greenhouse - which would also make weeding a lot easier in future!Paving slabs were duly ordered, and craned onto the drive - and Martin hauled them over to the greenhouse and started laying them in place.
Will post more when it is planted out with this year's tomato plants.
Hopefully that's fixed Mr 🐀 and we'll get a good crop of 🍅🍅🍅 in due course!

Other notable pre-holiday activities, included a walk along the prom taking in the sights of the Rali Ceredigion, which ran a short stage through town and round by the Castle.
Then it was holiday time 'proper' - bags packed, and on the road for our first slightly more extended break since before the pandemic.
First 'in-transit' stop took us to Malvern - lovely town, nice walk up to St Ann's Well with some great views - ending the day with a pint or two, and a very tasty curry. All in all a good start!
From there it was a cross-country drive to Norwich - via the National Trust's Wimpole Estate - arriving late afternoon to news of the passing of Queen Elizabeth II - truly the end of an era.
Had a couple of days in Norwich, exploring the city, and visiting the Cathedral - where the sights included the Cathedral Cat, Budge, enjoying a nap; tributes to the Queen; the Book of Remembrance (actually turned to a page with my Great Grandfather's name inscribed); and this rather macabre 400 year old ode to mortality:
From Norwich we moved on to the Norfolk coast . . . meeting family for a beach walk and lunch at Winterton-on-Sea . . .