We’ve been over to Wales again this last week so not much time on the plot. I must say we’re lucky in this country, we may not have the Spanish sun but our countryside is world class. And when you’ve had enough peace and quiet, there’s always the seaside resort. Fish and chips on the beach at Llandudno, unbeatable!
The reason for these trips to Wales isn’t just a holiday, we’ve been looking for a smallholding. It’s a dream we’ve had for a long, long time and we think we’re nearly there. We’ve sold our house and had an offer accepted on a 4 acre holding in North Wales.
Of course, nothing is certain yet. Buying and selling houses is such a nightmare. We’ve moved quite a lot in our time and I’m very aware how things can go wrong. However, we’ve a good feeling on this move. All being well it will be sometime in September.
Anyway, back to the plot for a couple of hours on Sunday. Looking back on some of my previous diary entries you could be forgiven for thinking I’m a bit of a moaner. It’s either too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry. If the plants are growing, I’m moaning about the weeds. If they’re not growing, then I’m really moaning!
Next it was down to the brassicas. Val wanted some calabrese which wasn’t a problem at all. The heads are a little smaller than I’ve had in the past but there’s plenty of them. I just cut the main head off with my secateurs and leave the stem to produce a few secondary heads.
It’s funny how you can look at something and not see it. Val asked if we’d any cauliflowers and just as I was saying “I don’t think so yet” I realised there were two lovely cauliflowers in front of me, just ready to harvest.
We do freeze cauliflowers but they’re best eaten fresh as they always end up a little too soft when cooked. If you leave them too long in the ground the heads open up and they go over. The tip I picked up from the show growers is to wrap the cauliflower tightly in clingfilm and it will keep quite happily in the fridge for a week or two.
The final harvesting was to dig up a row of potatoes. These are actually first earlies whose haulm went down some weeks back and they should have come up a good month ago. Still, not a bad result, two carrier bags full with only a few slug damaged and I only managed to stab one with the fork.
So Sunday evening we sat down to dinner which consisted of one of Grannie Annie’s chickens, our own potatoes, carrots and calabrese. Absolutely delicious. I really don’t think money can buy that ‘picked an hour ago’ taste.