Over the last three years, we’ve given up hope of growing veg in our garden. Every bed, every pot, always ends up as a car park, or a train track or a great messy play activity.
That’s OK. Ben’s taken an allotment, far away from prying hand of the boy and all the veg are gone.
I just have a few herbs in the beds closest to the house, including a bay, in a beautiful pot from RHS Wisley.
Yeah sorry mum, I needed the space for Thomas.
He needs to be in peril, falling off the cliff
At least it kept him quiet