I have to admit, as I cycled back to the old house this afternoon, I was wondering whether the whole idea of keeping the veg plot on was a brilliant idea. Five miles of cycling there – and more importantly five miles of cycling back, uphill – seemed like a lot of extra cycling just for a few veg. And I knew that things had got a bit out of hand while we were moving and I hadn’t had time to keep on top of things (unlike the rabbit, which has made good use of the time digging itself a new burrow under my beetroot and completely demolishing the French beans, although it’s falling behind on the salad). And it’s not as if I didn’t have plenty of garden at the new house to take in hand, which it desperately needs.
But then again, there’s no veg plot at the new house and it will be a while before we can get organised enough to have one. And there are worse ways to spend a couple of afternoons a week than cycling down to my ‘allotment’ and spending a few hours weeding, clearing – and harvesting
I’m still turning over in my head where the veg should go in the new house, whether we want raised beds, how we’re going to replace the greenhouse. I don’t think these are decisions to be rushed, either. I’ve been spoiled – even with a resident rabbit, having a Victorian walled garden at your disposal for a veg plot is pretty jammy. Replacing the plot is going to take a while (let alone getting a greenhouse even half as good). I may be cycling back and forth between gardens for a while …
There is also garlic news, but I think I will give that a post of its own.