Whisper it, but it is the end of June, a week past the solstice. The second half of the year starts here. I can’t help but feel a creeping urgency. So, time to sit back, breathe in, take stock.
It’s been an odd allotment year here in northwest London. Our early summer growth was unusually slow and, like many others, we have been a bit plagued by greedy gastropods. Time then to show some appreciation.
