Carrots
I pulled a bunch of carrots this morning; they are grown under a material called Enviromesh, which is supported by hoops of blue water pipe. If they are left uncovered they become drilled through by maggots of the carrot fly and are unusable.
Many garden pundits advise the sequential sowing of carrot seed to miss the two main generations of the fly, but to me this is rather like the rhythm method of birth control recommended by the Catholic Church. Good sex, but lots of ruined carrots.
Jim was on his allotment this morning. He is the leader of our little world, by which I mean he is the committee chairman and general organiser. He is also a great gardener and very generous with his advice; he was sowing spring cabbage this morning so a nod is as good as a wink. He owns an enormous poly-tunnel which produces wonderful crops, particularly of onions, potatoes and tomatoes. All of these can be ruined by rain borne fungi, but they are safe in his tunnel.
Jim is now in his seventies and has invested in an electrical bicycle, complete with trailer, which at this time of year is always full of produce. He suffers from rosacea and has an enormous nose, like some rare and fissured vegetable marrow. But I don't think that this has anything to do with the bicycle