tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59580972369894420912024-02-07T10:33:26.786+00:00Plot NotesPhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-9424943885225263362013-09-23T23:46:00.001+01:002013-09-23T23:51:06.453+01:00BetterLast year my grape harvest was sunk without trace. Lots of grapes formed but when they needed sunshine all they got was rain and the brief, late, dry spell at the end of the summer was too little too late. They ripened but were on the small side. I set an afternoon aside to go and harvest them but when I arrived with my scissors and large plastic tub I found that the birds had beaten me to it and the vines were bare. 2012 was not a vintage year, unless you were a bird.<br />
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Apart from losing one of my vines in the standing water which did not drain away over the winter, this year has been very much better. We avoided the late frost which has set me back in previous years and we have had a decent amount of the right sort of weather at the right times, albeit everything has been running a couple of weeks late. Saturday was a very warm and sunny September day and so I decided to let the grapes bask in the sun for one more day before picking them on Sunday.<br />
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On Sunday afternoon I set about picking the grapes. There were plenty of large, fat, juicy bunches. As I Snipped away and pondered The Meaning of Life the immortal words of Monty Python's Mr Creosote came to mind, "Better get a (bigger) bucket".<br />
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I spent Sunday evening pressing grapes by hand. I need to add a fruit-press to my wish-list before next autumn. After about three hours I had hand-squeezed four and a half gallons of juice from the grapes. I have been left with two purple-stained hands. I have scrubbed and scrubbed them but, 24 hours later, they remain claret-tinged.<br />
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I sprinkled some crushed campden tablets into the grape juice and then left the must overnight. Tonight I have measured the specific gravity and added 2kg of sugar. I then added a sachet of wine yeast to the mix along with some yeast nutrient and now I'm waiting for the sugar to turn to alcohol. Next weekend, or maybe next week I will transfer the must into air-locked demi-johns. There are still plenty of bunches of grapes still on the vines. If I get chance I will pick them and set off a second batch of wine.<br />
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By the way, please let me know if you want to use any of my photos. I have noticed that my earlier "bud-burst" photo has turned up on a number of`commercial websites around the world, copied without my permission and not credited to me.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-83858608128721166062013-09-15T11:46:00.001+01:002013-09-15T11:46:57.687+01:00Still here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
I can't believe that it is so long since I updated this blog. I am still here and still allotmenting. The weather made last year a very difficult year on the plot. I never really caught up after the set-backs caused by frost and floods in the late Spring and early Summer. This year has been much better in terms of both weather and produce. Here's a sample of the harvest from yesterday.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgGEr7ngKWujk6eIEg7IHVYAxOh6VOvKaPjL1GyV1TTl4mMQ1UWkTtW8txl927_XjxSwoniCoJySf0yTjgYRdRYXYBn7uJI4wJbCC34473tXokMFVtymutIXOGVq0EnKDDDF0PdwEb1oT/s1600/harvest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgGEr7ngKWujk6eIEg7IHVYAxOh6VOvKaPjL1GyV1TTl4mMQ1UWkTtW8txl927_XjxSwoniCoJySf0yTjgYRdRYXYBn7uJI4wJbCC34473tXokMFVtymutIXOGVq0EnKDDDF0PdwEb1oT/s320/harvest.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
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Today has been a glorious sunny day with temperatures well above 25 degrees centigrade. I have spent the afternoon lugging barrow loads of topsoil, manure and compost to go into some raised beds which I have made as part of my plan to avoid a repeat of the flooding which I suffered earlier this year. The theory is that the growing area will be raised a few inches above the likely water level and the paths between the beds will channel excess rain water away. It has been hot and strenuous work under the scorching sun. I even took my shirt off. I now look like an enormous bright red beetroot.</div>
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To the casual observer the vines may have appeared lifeless as they have hung there draped in white fleece death shrouds and I must admit that in the dark, when I have gone to light the greenhouse heater, they have looked like nine frozen contorted ghosts. However, I think they have had an appearance which is more like huge white pupae hanging from the vine wires. Inside each chrysalis metamorphosis has been taking place as buds have burst, leaves have formed and new growth has started to reach up towards the sun.<br />
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Last weekend I felt it safe to declare that there will be no more frost this season and so on Sunday afternoon I carefully opened and removed the fleece chrysalis from each vine and, to continue the metaphor, the new green leaves unfurled and started to soak up the bright and warming sunshine like newly emerged butterflies. And so, the vines have entered the next stage of their life cycle.<br />
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This time last year my early vine growth was stopped in its tracks by a cruel May frost. This year I have taken precautions and wrapped the vines in fleece. I had a peep behind the fleece this morning and I'm pleased to report that the vines are thriving. I'll leave the fleece in place until next weekend when, hopefully, all risk of frost will have passed and I will then look forward to a long hot Summer and a bumper harvest of grapes ready for pressing and fermenting.</div>
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I seem to be personally responsible for breeding the most destructive allotment pest that I have yet encountered. When I was out working yesterday my daughter went to the allotment with her friend. Before coming home she forgot to close the greenhouse door (What she was doing in the greenhouse in the first place is yet to be satisfactorily explained). I was not aware that she had been in the greenhouse until I popped round there on my way out this morning. I found the greenhouse door wide open and I was devastated to see my seedlings hanging limp and tinged with grey and all suffering obvious damage from the overnight frost.</div>
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The leeks and peas will probably survive but the courgettes have certainly had it. At least half of the tomatoes are gone, the runners are goners, the corn is hanging limp and the beetroot, sprouts and broccoli all look very poorly. I have got a few back-up seedlings on the window sills at home but I will still now need to start sowing again. It feels like I'm back to square one. I feel very deflated.</div>
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I was so angry at her carelessness that I've told my daughter that our bank-holiday kayaking trip planned for tomorrow is cancelled and the time will be spent on the allotment making up for wasted time. The trouble is that I was looking forward to our day out with the kayaks more than anything and so I may relent and still have the day out. Whether I take my daughter with me or just leave her in the greenhouse, with the door wide open, is yet to be decided.</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-63658720407364346332012-05-04T20:45:00.002+01:002012-05-14T17:00:22.882+01:00Avant GardenIf the artist <a href="http://www.christojeanneclaude.net/" rel="nofollow">Christo</a> had an allotment I think it might look something like this...<br />
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...but he's probably not so cutting edge as to attempt to do anything so radical (or daft) as to cultivate grapevines in a North Lincolnshire swamp where, even in May, the so-called <a href="http://plotnotes.blogspot.co.uk/2011/05/queen-of-mean.html">Queen of Months</a>, there is a serious threat of damage from vicious sub-zero temperatures.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-20495200802991109422012-04-27T14:24:00.000+01:002012-05-14T19:24:04.994+01:00Coping in drought conditions<div style="text-align: justify;">
Between work appointments today I managed to nip up to the plot to water my greenhouse seedlings. When I got there I found that my vines were having a paddle in a newly formed pond.</div>
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So far this year my vines have been doing really well. All nine of them survived the winter. Masses of pink buds had formed in late March and early April and a couple of weeks ago small pale green leaves started to break out and unfurl into the spring sunshine. We are officially in drought conditions and we live only a couple of post-codes away from a hosepipe ban. I hope that my vines can now survive these "drought conditions" without drowning.</div>
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I didn't want to leave them in standing water and so after watering the greenhouse seedlings I took my fork and pierced a few drainage holes into the ground around the perimeter of the water-logged area and then I dug a couple of sump holes in the paths between the rows of vines. Being between work appointments I was still wearing my office suit and shiny shoes.</div>
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When I returned to my car to set off for my next appointment I realised that I had been watched by a couple of bricklayers who are putting the foundations in for the toilet block which is being constructed in the top corner of the site. Some comment was made about this being the most gentrified allotment they had ever seen. I shall now expect them to fit gold taps and an ermine-lined seat to our on-site throne room.</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-5978087560786044032012-04-24T20:53:00.000+01:002012-05-14T16:59:00.737+01:00TARDIS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-41754024266887625022012-04-10T23:53:00.001+01:002012-05-14T16:58:31.600+01:00Annual Review (part 2).Picking up where I left off yesterday, the next crop for the annual appraisal treatment is the strawberries-<br />
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<b><u>Strawberries: 9 out of 10.</u></b><br />
I had a lovely harvest of fat, sweet, delicious strawberries last Summer. They went down very well at home and also with a pedestrian blackbird which is often seen walking around the allotment site. Presumably it is too full of allotment produce to take off or perhaps it has a strawberry tucked under each wing. The strawberries also surprised me with a small late crop in the Autumn long after I thought they had finished for the year. I hope that the Autumn crop hasn't upset their biological clocks for production this year. The Strawberry plants have sent out a few off-shoots which have grown in my pathways. I will dig these up and re-plant them when I get round to the long overdue job of weeding the strawberry bed.<br />
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<b><u>Rhubarb: 7 out of 10</u></b><br />
The rhubarb bed, like the asparagus bed, is still in the early years of a long term project and so last year I took care to harvest conservatively so as to give the plants the best chance to get themselves well established ready to produce masses of crumble fodder for years to come.<br />
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My main criticism of the rhubarb last year was that some of the stalks were a little on the thin side. I put this down to a failure on my part to adequately feed the soil. I have sought to remedy this over the Winter by spreading a layer of compost over them along with a good barrow load and a half of manure. I feared the worst at the end of March. Where other plot-holders had good early growth of thick red stems and luscious green leaves I had nothing more than a pile of dung and a huge thistle.<br />
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My neighbour Rick took pity on me. His rampant rhubarb was on the march and was threatening to occupy a vast area of his plot. He fought it back with the flashing blade of his spade and presented me with a huge chunk of root which was sprouting some healthy looking stalks. Within a week of planting Rick's rhubarb, in a spot next to the greenhouse, my own rhubarb bed dragged itself out of hibernation and it is now shooting proudly and relentlessly skywards as if to mock me for ever doubting it.<br />
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<b><u>Carrots: 6 out of 10</u></b><br />
I had mixed results with carrots last year. I found that the above ground appearance of the carrot gives no reliable indication as to what you can expect to find growing underground. It was often the case that I would take a firm hold of a large bushy green carrot top expecting to tug and tease a long length of orange root out of the ground only to find that the masses of verdant bush were attached to nothing more than a two inch tiddler which resembled a well worn Ikea pencil. On other occasions I would take hold of a weak looking carrot top with the intention of thinning it out from the row only to find a fully grown, perfectly shaped carrot attached.<br />
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Late on in the season some of the carrots were attacked by carrot fly grubs but the carrots had grown so large as to still leave a decent edible portion for me even after the blackened carrot fly tainted area had been excised.<br />
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I will persevere with carrots this year, not least because they are a vital ingredient in my beetroot chutney. I have already sown three rows of carrots in a manure free raised bed and I will sow more over the coming weeks. At the moment the carrot-fly protection consists of a fleece tunnel over the carrots and a row of onions surrounding the bed but when I get some time I intend to construct a raised screen to protect the bed from carrot-fly attack.<br />
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<b><u>Onions: 8 out of 10</u></b><br />
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<br />Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-85439362140972448962012-04-10T00:09:00.000+01:002012-05-14T16:57:45.103+01:00Annual ReviewI suppose that I should take the word "novice" out of this blog's sub-title now that year three on the plot is well under way but I still feel that I have got so much to learn that I will have to leave it in there for the time being.<br />
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I started this year with the intention of keeping things simple on the plot. I resolved that I would not attempt to grow so many different types of vegetable as I have done in the past and that I would concentrate mainly on the handful of crops which I have had the most success with in the previous two years. Having now reviewed the contents of numerous seed trays which I have, at various stages of propagation, positioned on windows sills at home and out in the cold-frame and greenhouse, it seems to me that I am failing in my resolution to keep things simple.<br />
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I will set out below the first part of my assessment of the crops which I grew last year. I will review the items in the order of a walk-through from the front of the plot to the back but first here's a photo, taken at the end of June 2011 when most things were thriving, which should help me to remember what I was growing and where.<br />
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<b>Flower Bed: 8 out of 10</b><br />
My 9 year old daughter planted a flower bed in front of the compost boxes with some good results from lupins, dianthus, nasturtiums, rudbeckia and a few others. She eventually lost enthusiasm and the weeds moved in. She will get the flower bed blooming again this year.<br />
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<b>Potatoes: 4 out of 10</b><br />
I had some very tasty new potatoes early on and the volunteers which grew unexpectedly from kitchen waste peelings were also very good but after that my spuds were a disappointment. They were all generally on the small side and if you boiled them for a fraction of a second too long they would disintegrate into mush in the saucepan. Potatoes harvested later on tended to be a bit scabby.<br />
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This year I have planted just one variety (Romano). I have planted them at the far end of the plot where the soil seems to retain more moisture. I have planted them in a bed into which I have dug in a few back-breaking barrow loads of well rotted cow manure. I lined the trenches with a mixture of manure, powdered fish blood and bone and home made compost and I sat each seed potato in a trench in a little nest of compost before raking a high mound of soil over them.<br />
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I have spread some horse manure with a high straw content into the furrows between each mound. I don't know if anyone has tried this before but my theory is that the layer of strawy manure will suppress weeds and help retain moisture in the soil below whilst at the same time enriching the soil with its pooey goodness.<br />
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<b>Leeks: 8 out of 10</b><br />
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My broccoli seeds failed to germinate but a local farmer donated some of his surplus seedlings to me and other allotment holders. Unfortunately his seedlings turned out to be cabbages not broccoli. This year I have a few broccoli seedlings already growing and so I hope for better things this year.<br />
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<b>Cabbage: 6 out of 10</b><br />
The cabbages (which should have been broccoli) were perfectly formed with tightly packed hearts but they were very small. In fact my neighbour's cabbages, which came from the same source, were more than twice the size of mine. Unfortunately my children,who would happily devour broccoli by the bucket load, seem to have an aversion to cabbage. I can take it or leave it. The result was that we only ate about half of the cabbages and the rest were added to the compost bin.<br />
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<b>Sprouts: 6 out of 10</b><br />
This is another green crop which the girls avoid. I don't mind that because I mainly grow them with the intention of having some home-grown sprouts to eat with my Christmas dinner. To that extent the sprouts were a success but like the cabbages, which were grown in the same raised bed, they were small but perfectly formed. The raised bed which I will use for sprouts this year has been well manured and the soil is much improved and I hope that this will lead to something more substantial than the little green pellets which accompanied last year's Christmas dinner.<br />
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<b>Lettuce/salad: 7 out of 10</b><br />
The cut and come again salad leaves did well whilst we kept on cutting and coming again but soon went to seed when we didn't cut or come again. Mrs PlotNotes would prefer the convenience of having the salad leaves grown in the garden at home so that is what she will get this year.<br />
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<b>Radishes: 7 out of 10</b><br />
I had intended to plant successive rows of radishes at seven day intervals to guarantee a regular supply for the entire Summer. I found that I didn't have time to do this and so the sowing was a bit sporadic, as was the harvesting. The ones which I picked in time were tasty with a hot kick to them. Others, which I neglected to pick in time, became large and woody and were gnawed at by some unidentified insect or rodent.<br />
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<b>Asparagus: 8 out of 10</b><br />
A few early spindly shoots were followed by some decent spears which were delicious and which were probably as good as I could have expected for second year plants. The asparagus bed is still in the early years of a long term project and so, with some strong-willed self-restraint I was careful not to over harvest the plants. Over the Winter I have dressed the bed with a mix of bonemeal and compost. I now have a couple of small spears pushing up through the layer of compost but they seem to be a good few weeks behind the spears which are shooting up on other plots. I hope I have not damaged my asparagus bed by burying it under a fresh layer of compost. I am a little bit concerned that only two out of fourteen plants are showing any sign of life.<br />
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All being well, my next blog update will pick up this review at the strawberry bed.Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-90752162116478299112012-02-05T16:21:00.001+00:002012-05-14T16:56:19.621+01:00No Weeds Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have still got a fair bit of digging and weeding to do before I'll be ready to start planting but compared to last year I think I am slightly ahead of my allotment work schedule. The problem last Winter was that the ground was frozen solid from about November until to the end of January and then when the thaw came a large section of the plot resembled an unworkable paddy-field until March or early April. The comparatively mild winter we have had this year has meant that at least the ground has been workable when I have found a few minutes here and there for digging and weeding.</div>
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As you can see from the photo above, when I called round at the allotment this afternoon all the weeds had miraculously disappeared.</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-16026598321152012032011-11-13T21:31:00.001+00:002011-11-26T00:00:41.886+00:00Beetroot - Best Root<div style="text-align: justify;">
I had a go at growing beetroot this year for the first time. It was a very simple crop to grow and has been one of my success stories for this year. I set aside a 6ft x 4ft corner of the plot and sowed a few rows of Boltardy Beetroot seeds, about 6 inches apart, directly into the ground in about late April or early May. I had pre-prepared the ground by digging it over and lining each row with an inch or two of home made fine brown crumbly compost. I then left the beetroot patch undisturbed for about four months. </div>
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I had pretty much forgotten about the beetroot until the end of August when I was scratching around on the plot to see if there was any reasonably attractive produce which would fit into any of the classifications at our local agricultural society show on the August bank holiday Monday. Through the weeds which had invaded the beetroot bed I could see that there were a few decent sized roots protruding slightly above the surface of the soil and so I picked three of them, trimmed them, washed them and gave them a gentle scrub with a vegetable brush. They looked ok to my untrained eye. I have no idea what a show judge looks for in a beetroot but I entered them into the show anyway. </div>
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I was surprised at the high number of entries in the beetroot class. My heart dropped when I noticed that everyone else had left long trailing roots on their beets. I had tidied mine up by snipping the roots off with a pair of scissors. Being an absolute novice I assumed that I had made a fatal mistake and that my castrated entries would be laughed out of the show tent. I left my docked efforts on the display table and went off to enjoy the rest of the show and to have a couple of consolatory beers in the beer tent. </div>
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During September and October Mrs PlotNotes boiled up a few beetroots every now and then and I enjoyed them sliced onto a cheese sandwich. Three or four weeks ago I realised that there were a lot of beetroots still in the ground. There were more than I could consume in cheese sandwiches alone and so I decided to do something else with them. After a bit of research I decided to make beetroot chutney. </div>
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For the beetroot chutney I didn't follow a set recipe but pretty much made it up as I went along using ingredients which I had to hand. I boiled up 18 good sized beetroots. Whilst they were simmering I prepared an assortment of mis-shapen and misfit vegetables which had been lingering on the plot for far too long. These included three very large fat carrots which were too big to have as part of a meal but which were ideal for grating. I also finely chopped five large onions. In a blender I chopped up ten chilli peppers along with a load of tomatoes at various stages of ripeness ranging from green to red and slightly mushy. They were, I thought at the time, the last tomatoes of the year. In fact, there is now another crop of tomatoes ready for picking. I also chopped up a full garlic bulb.</div>
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I then peeled and diced the beetroots and put them into a very large deep cooking pot. By this stage the kitchen was starting to resemble a blood spattered murder scene. I then added the carrots, onions, garlic, chillis and tomatoes. Next I added about a pound and a half of granulated sugar to the mix and poured a pint and a half of Sarsons spiced pickling vinegar over the whole lot and brought it up to the boil whilst stirring. I also added a bit of salt, and the odd spoonful or sprinkling of various herbs and spices which I could find in the kitchen cupboards including, black pepper, cumin, turmeric, curry powder, and paprika. I then let the whole lot boil and boil and boil into the early hours of the morning. I think I had added too much vinegar and it took me hours of boiling until the mix reduced into something which had a nice looking chutney consistency to it.</div>
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In the meantime I had cleaned and sterilised my glass jars and warmed them up in the oven. I then scooped the chutney, whilst still hot, into the jars and sealed the lids tightly straight away. I stored the jars in a cupboard for almost a week before opening the first one for tasting. I am very pleased with the result. To me it tastes delicious but I think the best indication of quality comes from the fact that Mrs PlotNotes has been devouring it by the heaped spoonful putting large dollops of it on the side of her plate with virtually every meal.</div>
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Throughout the course of the year our village pub does a great job in raising funds for the local air ambulance. One of their fund-raising activities this year has been a contest to see who can grow the longest carrot. Last year they had a pumpkin growing competition. It was leeks the year before last and next year they are having an onion challenge.</div>
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<br />I didn't enter the carrot contest but my neighbour, Tony, from Plot 24 has taken part. Tony is one of the keenest gardeners in our allotment association. You might catch glimpses of his immaculately maintained plot in some of my photos. His is the plot to the left of my weed patch. Tony has put some real hard graft into his plot. There isn't a single weed to be found anywhere on his allotment and I'm sure that it is not possible to keep an area of over 200 square metres of fine Lincolnshire soil weed-free without regular dedicated hard work. He has deservedly been rewarded with the Parish Council's trophy for the best kept plot this year.</div>
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<br />The week before last it was busier than usual in our village pub. Thieves had stolen the copper cables which ran to the village from the telephone exchange which is in the neighbouring village. Apparently there is a lot of this going on at the moment. The thieves park up in a van at a secluded spot on a country lane between villages. They then dig up the copper telephone cable and tie it to the back of their van before driving off with the cable still attached. In doing so they will strip hundreds of metres of cable out of the system. The following night they took the lines connecting another local village. This left over half of the homes in our village without telephone lines or internet connections for about a week. </div>
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With only the usual rubbish on television and no access to the internet or telephone lines it was not surprising that people went to the pub for entertainment. The pub had an added attraction in that it had not lost its internet connection and the landlord allowed open access to his wireless network. It was on one of these nights that the judging of the carrot contest was held. Tony had forgotten all about it and was sitting in the back bar minding his own business while his carrot was still growing in the drainpipe on the allotment about a mile away down one of the quiet lanes leading out of the village. </div>
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I sat in the office meeting room with my head in my hands. Worrying thoughts rushed through my brain at an alarming rate and I had the sensation that I was hurtling downwards, rapidly, uncontrollably, through thin air towards jagged rocks below. I felt sick and cold. I took a deep breath and glanced up. My eye was drawn to a splash of red paint daubed across the large modern-art splatter painting on the wall opposite. "Blood on the walls", I thought, "how appropriate. My blood!" I had just been told that I was to lose my job.</div>
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My mind was spinning as I weighed up the enormity of what I had been told. I was thinking, "how can I survive this? How will I pay the mortgage? I'll lose the house. How will I feed the children? Plans for the Summer holidays are in tatters. No one is recruiting at the moment; how will I find another job. I will never survive this? This is so unfair? Don't these head-office suits understand how much work I have been doing for them? I feel Helpless. Hopeless. Falling. Doomed".</div>
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An involuntary consolatory thought then popped into my head, "At least I'll now have more time to spend on the allotment". I then remembered that only a few days previously I had been complaining about being short of time and wishing that I had more time to devote to the allotment. I made a mental note that in future I should be more careful about what I wished for because my wishes might just come true.</div>
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As things have turned out that wish has not come true. I have not had any extra time on my hands hence the lack of updates to this Blog during the last couple of months. Before losing my full-time job I had been earning some extra income from a self-employed sideline. That sideline has now, by necessity, become my full-time self-employed job. I have thrown everything into building it up and it seems to be taking off. The hours can be long, irregular and unpredictable but at least I have the comfort of knowing that the more work I do the more I will get paid and I am not lining the pockets of a bunch of inconsiderate absentee masters. The downside is, as ever, that I have not really freed up any extra time for the allotment. Also, whereas, as an employee there was a clear demarcation between my time and <em>their</em> time, I am currently struggling to set aside time to work on the allotment without having nagging thoughts that I should really be concentrating on the business. I am going to have to make a conscious effort to set aside time away from the business.</div>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We keep a small plastic bucket with a screw-top lid in the kitchen into which we put various bio-degradable fruit & veg off-cuts, peelings, scrapings etc for composting. Each week I would tip the contents of the bucket into the trench and cover with a layer of soil until I was left with a nice mound of rich rotting waste covered in soil down the middle of the bed. Since then I have left the bed, undisturbed, to rot down whilst I have grown the pumpkin plants from seed in the greenhouse.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had almost forgotten about the pumpkins until this weekend when I noticed them looking slightly pale and pot-bound fighting for light under a canopy of 5ft high tomato plants. Meanwhile the pumpkin bed had become a mass of weeds which were clearly thriving in the nutrient enriched soil.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa5F31TQm2c3w1AHpodD_OsqoCcGS575e_ztQx_SxSsWazvYaDNWjVOOGuVzsd1sy7zVOzUh8EZt-kkz6-jLkxmAzdkC1_TiqKRLQ6YFABKCs65mcFSdvwBQOQ5WMf2BZJrHYRyGzxKAq/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa5F31TQm2c3w1AHpodD_OsqoCcGS575e_ztQx_SxSsWazvYaDNWjVOOGuVzsd1sy7zVOzUh8EZt-kkz6-jLkxmAzdkC1_TiqKRLQ6YFABKCs65mcFSdvwBQOQ5WMf2BZJrHYRyGzxKAq/s320/001.JPG" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A few weeks ago I had noticed that amongst the weeds there were two or three bushy growths which looked very much like potato plants. I assumed that there must have been some potato peelings in the kitchen waste from which potato plants had sprouted. I paid no attention to them; as far as I was concerned they were weeds. In April and May when I tenderly wrapped my first earlies and main crop potatoes in fleece I ignored these pumpkin plot invaders. In May and June when I have given an almost daily drenching of water to my official potato bed the pumpkin bed has been left parched. Any weeds which have dared to raise their heads above neat rows of potatoes in the regulation potato plot have been quickly yanked out and thrown onto the compost heap whereas the weeds in the pumpkin bed have just been left to get on with it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This weekend I removed all the weeds from the pumpkin bed in readiness for planting out the pumpkins and was surprised to find that I have accidentally grown a lovely crop of new potatoes some of which were consumed with my Fathers' Day Sunday dinner today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfDvcxPw9i8ZhmRH9dPO0ZzmhshHKTGqPjDObM-DtS0JkiGKDPMSJx0lAC7caQw2itFgwsU4AkCVygrfr0JZ8hr4POUHJbmtqiHhEstyhqg0ZWKNdRdZflsN5yMKerROCYl6T_GG2hetk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfDvcxPw9i8ZhmRH9dPO0ZzmhshHKTGqPjDObM-DtS0JkiGKDPMSJx0lAC7caQw2itFgwsU4AkCVygrfr0JZ8hr4POUHJbmtqiHhEstyhqg0ZWKNdRdZflsN5yMKerROCYl6T_GG2hetk/s320/003.JPG" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It does make me wonder if all the careful preparation of the main potato plot is really necessary. Why bother with the double digging, marking out, trench digging, spacing out, mounding up, wrapping in fleece, watering and weeding when you can get such delicious results by simply chucking a bucket full of kitchen slops into a hole.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-13692212564179169532011-06-07T23:52:00.001+01:002011-08-04T15:33:15.960+01:00These are the blogs that weren't<div style="text-align: justify;">I have got myself a little part-time self-employed sideline of evening work which has been taking up quite a lot of my time lately. The extra income is coming in useful. If nothing else it is helping to finance the horrific fuel costs for my long commute to my day job. The downside is that opportunities to spend mid-week evenings pottering about on the plot have become few and far between. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lack of spare time is also the reason why it has been a few weeks since I updated this blog. There are quite a few things that I would have liked to have blogged about but I just haven't found the time to sit down and type up my thoughts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was going to tell you about the pesky rabbits that I chase off the plot at 7 o'clock every morning when I stop by to open up the greenhouse.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div align="justify">I was going to tell the tale of how the supermarket grade broccoli, which you may recall the local organic farmer gave to me, has turned out to be cabbage. I was going to talk about the black kale which I have been given and the miraculous health benefits which it is reputed to provide. I was going to weave joyous prose on the subject of my beloved vines which have come back from the brink of death.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiD85jC5ysbjlSk28xOVA0pb5cwLHbdDUrpTjvPX7zE7hFlK0Yw3luRdazzlv3B2aTUe7d0rvWEkd3yY-W8O9aA2y2BWRVSrYhW8ZWC84F2ssdcJDFUoORw4hF1uX4eD_wK84h599RCfkf/s1600/vinerevived.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiD85jC5ysbjlSk28xOVA0pb5cwLHbdDUrpTjvPX7zE7hFlK0Yw3luRdazzlv3B2aTUe7d0rvWEkd3yY-W8O9aA2y2BWRVSrYhW8ZWC84F2ssdcJDFUoORw4hF1uX4eD_wK84h599RCfkf/s320/vinerevived.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I wanted to go off on a journey of speculation as to what my neighbour might be cooking-up with this pipe and bucket arrangement which has appeared on his plot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghygfuXnwP-nkO3DEW69EGm3i_8hjhq5PWmecQccLAjmlyt1H5EiCodnLjA1FReQkH5k4k-ZQ9Eet_9EuvnWmIqGduZdsvnHcKuKk8eNuq4fs7OJ0AcXVaLFiQ1uDQ00J7wQm5rwEFGYKq/s1600/badgersrocket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghygfuXnwP-nkO3DEW69EGm3i_8hjhq5PWmecQccLAjmlyt1H5EiCodnLjA1FReQkH5k4k-ZQ9Eet_9EuvnWmIqGduZdsvnHcKuKk8eNuq4fs7OJ0AcXVaLFiQ1uDQ00J7wQm5rwEFGYKq/s320/badgersrocket.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I wanted to speak in defence of cucumbers; they are not killers. I wanted to tell you about my potatoes, sprouts, asparagus, strawberries, rhubarb, onions, shallots, spring onions, carrots, garlic, leeks, garden peas, sugar-snap peas, beetroot, cauliflowers, courgettes, pumpkins, tomatoes, lettuce, french beans, runner beans, raddishes and chillies, all of which are thriving. I was hoping to share with you the recent glorious allotment sunsets.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBoyjKzvgBsPPL-Kl8yuASfN2OAyZCqc2f0NGdYdhz8pLp1DGcYzXR7RRjPmbrF6FhgMpwJ2bnNjdaYZlolnvo7RbWLVgaiNBw3NgqzD34muhLjS5icgPcieKxlrDOVIZ0bJKjiNbec5I/s1600/allotsunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBoyjKzvgBsPPL-Kl8yuASfN2OAyZCqc2f0NGdYdhz8pLp1DGcYzXR7RRjPmbrF6FhgMpwJ2bnNjdaYZlolnvo7RbWLVgaiNBw3NgqzD34muhLjS5icgPcieKxlrDOVIZ0bJKjiNbec5I/s320/allotsunset.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">But unfortunately I have not found the time to do any of this. However, if my suspicions are correct, I will soon be able to afford to retire from work so that I can spend long lazy days on the plot because I have good reason to believe that there is a pot of gold hidden in my compost box. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC_Y1WYOzNbdhQMhdmkyAAyH8AoDfTjORGdpPQPh_RhJSW6WItz_AnM2rq2pR4XshrW6tfeVXvvb1ueuGTsYlUWAT09F8UY1SN-V3HNl0lDPA0WYf9fC6eEF36S1WWlLiYgpq4btbV0Hiv/s1600/plotrainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC_Y1WYOzNbdhQMhdmkyAAyH8AoDfTjORGdpPQPh_RhJSW6WItz_AnM2rq2pR4XshrW6tfeVXvvb1ueuGTsYlUWAT09F8UY1SN-V3HNl0lDPA0WYf9fC6eEF36S1WWlLiYgpq4btbV0Hiv/s320/plotrainbow.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-82787377767491456402011-05-09T00:41:00.002+01:002011-08-04T15:34:06.217+01:00String Theory<div style="text-align: justify;">The bargain water-butt which I bought last year turned out not to be such a good deal. At some stage during the Winter, when it was full of ice, a couple of hairline cracks appeared in the base of the butt with the result that all the water escaped from it as soon as the thaw arrived. I mentioned this to Penny who is my next-door-but-one neighbour on the allotment site. A couple of days later a replacement butt appeared behind my greenhouse courtesy of Penny.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since taking on her allotment plot Penny has become something of an amateur hydraulic engineer. Behind her shed she has an array of water-butts, some of which have water pumps inside them which are powered by a car battery which she keeps in her shed. The butts catch rain from the shed roof and they are connected to each other like a series of reservoirs descending down a valley. From the butts she has plumbed in a network of pierced hosing which criss-crosses her entire plot. The system is very sophisticated and with a flick of a switch she can water all her crops from the comfort of her shed. I wouldn't be surprised if, by the time she has completed her water engineering project, she has a remote control handset which will turn on fountains, coloured lights and fireworks to perform a spectacular water and light display to a backing track of the 1812 Overture.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am very grateful to Penny for letting me have one of her surplus water-butts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My greenhouse has gutters running along its length but I have not got any downpipes for delivering water from the gutters into the collection tank. I have overcome this problem with the application of "String Theory". I have run three pieces of string along the gutter. I have tied the string to a lump of broken brick which I have then placed in the bottom of the water-butt. The idea is that the rain water will run along the gutter and then follow the lines of string into the water-butt rather than gushing out onto the ground at the back of the greenhouse. In the video below you can see me testing the theory. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwzjtHjobU1ewKfJ8hEtnwkNpdMWjSTy1_RFThgQqUl-MexAJPQ9sVN14OgBvgsTsSy2YKaahjl-KnfSr1VHA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Last night we had a heavy downpour. Today my water-butt is half full and so I am happy to report that String Theory seems to work in more than just theory. </div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-76835729532723261982011-05-06T23:18:00.005+01:002011-05-07T00:03:55.588+01:00The Queen of Mean<div style="text-align: justify;">I received a newsletter from a seed company this week which described May as "The Queen of Months". I disagree. She might sometimes be warm and pleasant during daylight hours but don't be fooled by her false friendliness because she is fickle and after the sun has gone down she can quickly turn into a vicious and spiteful old witch. Last year she cold-heartedly murdered my beans. This year she has blown her icy deathly breath over my beloved vines. Just look at the mess she has made of them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was so proud of the progress of my plucky little vines last weekend. Did you see the photos I posted? Their perky shiny green leaves were soaking up the Spring sunshine and they looked bright, alert and full of promise for a fruitful Summer. Now, after the frost of Tuesday night, they are nothing more than grey, listless shadows of their former selves.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had heard the forecast which warned of a chance of frost in rural areas on Tuesday night but I made the mistake of thinking that after surviving the harshest of Winters these vines were indestructible. I have now learned the lesson that there is a great deal of difference in cold tolerance between a vine which is in a dormant Winter state and one which is bursting with new Spring shoots which are full of fresh rising sap.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't think the May Witch has killed the vines. She has certainly nipped in the bud all the early season growth but I am optimistic that there will be more growth to come from new buds which are yet to burst. Although I am disappointed by this frost damage I must remind myself that these vines are still only just over one year old and I never expected to take much of a crop off them until year three and so, hopefully, in the long run this frost attack will be of no consequence.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In any event, next year I will be sure to be prepared for the capricious and vengeful May Queen and I will have fleece blankets on standby ready to wrap up the vines and tuck them in for the night if there is ever a hint of frost in the air.<br />
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On a brighter note, whilst staring out of the kitchen window, lamenting the damage to the vines, I noticed that the first chilli pepper of the year has formed. The first of many I hope.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">and so today, seeing that the weeds were ankle deep, I decided to do something about them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Last year I had kept the paths reasonably clear with use of the hoe every now and then. I left just enough vegetation in place to hold the paths together. I had considered laying chippings on the paths between the vines when I laid out the rest of the paths on the plot last Summer but I decided against it. I had some worries about drainage and so I thought that by leaving some growth on the paths there would be something there to help soak up any excess rainfall which would reduce the risk of the vines drowning in standing water. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This year the weeds have grown so quickly and densely that it would have been a back-breaking and futile task trying to clear them away with the hoe alone. There is no power supply at the allotment site and I don't have a petrol mower but I knew that buried away somewhere in my garage there was just the right machine for the job.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In 1990 my Father-in-Law gave me his old manual lawnmower, an ancient Qualcast Super Panther. A year or so later I bought an electric mower and my wife suggested that the old Panther should be taken to the tip. I didn't dump it but managed to keep it tucked away in a corner of the garden shed. It was old and battered but it was still in perfect working order and so I couldn't see the point of throwing it away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We moved house a couple of years later and the Panther was again threatened with a one way trip to the tip but again I managed to hang on to it and stow it away in the shed sure that one day it would come in useful for something. We moved again eight years ago and the mower came with us. I kept it in the back corner of the garage where, over time, it became buried under a stack of old paint tins, bricks, golf equipment, camping gear, garden furniture, tools, bicycles, scooters, plant-pots and assorted bits of wood which one day might come in useful. This morning, like a suburban archaeologist, I excavated the back of the garage and extracted the mower, a 1960s artefact, from the c2003 strata. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7US-S8QyITMrrukgj3-IwMLkCpMd3odDvKwOM4iRGt0fdZrEuSlH6Thc1_uz9CZprkoDIfINi5oT_ZIBrwHjOZa2vX_ghgrFT8ErZN0WCPqbcGa8gBxxDo9qMTOTY-_iBGP-NsxiIEHk/s1600/super+panther.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7US-S8QyITMrrukgj3-IwMLkCpMd3odDvKwOM4iRGt0fdZrEuSlH6Thc1_uz9CZprkoDIfINi5oT_ZIBrwHjOZa2vX_ghgrFT8ErZN0WCPqbcGa8gBxxDo9qMTOTY-_iBGP-NsxiIEHk/s320/super+panther.jpg" width="228px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I cut a practice stripe across the back lawn just to check that the trusty old Super Panther still worked. It worked really well and so I took it up to the allotment plot where it made easy work of paths. The result is not exactly centre court at Wimbledon but considering I used a 40-50 year old mower which hasn't seen a blade of grass for twenty years I am very pleased with the way the paths look now. I knew the Super Panther would come in useful one day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XBAFEjIYI5rJVN-e-zaAeVVhOjdy6iF8IEsNvGyCHTIx2yqJ3KIZ93RS-X0M7pzlQkJxCo_dpMvAA0AKlAPlIMU3Lh_Vw56Rsanr-tIhLA_IKqfq50o0er7CE_wm5Z9kopIy1bJeVq-W/s1600/cutpath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XBAFEjIYI5rJVN-e-zaAeVVhOjdy6iF8IEsNvGyCHTIx2yqJ3KIZ93RS-X0M7pzlQkJxCo_dpMvAA0AKlAPlIMU3Lh_Vw56Rsanr-tIhLA_IKqfq50o0er7CE_wm5Z9kopIy1bJeVq-W/s320/cutpath.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479035370975831359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958097236989442091.post-5709625347501626602011-04-24T01:00:00.000+01:002011-08-04T15:37:20.405+01:00Lucky Tubers<div style="text-align: justify;">I planted my main-crop potatoes today. I have gone for Maris Piper. My first earlies, Arran Pilot, were planted about two or three weeks ago. These are perhaps dull choices of potato varieties, given that they are widely available in the shops, but after the disappointing potato harvest last year I am playing it safe this time around and hoping for a reliable crop of decent sized spuds and, of course, I now know to ignore the <a href="http://plotnotes.blogspot.com/2010/06/hes-not-messiah.html">advice</a> of Alan Titchmarsh and I will make sure that all my potatoes get plenty of water. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When digging a trench for the Maris Pipers I unearthed a rusty old horseshoe. I am not superstitious but it has been suggested that this must be a sign of good luck for me and the plot. Now, if the rest of the horse is rotting away under my potato bed that really would have been a stroke of luck and I could expect to produce some truly spectacular potatoes, but I cannot see that unearthing a single horseshoe, which is no longer attached to a horse, will make any difference at all. I'm off to check my lottery ticket now, just in case.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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