After much hard work and midnight slug massacres, we finally harvest a dinner's worth of produce.

our small but productive plot
The potatos were planted in the strip garden at the front of the cottage - we decided the soil was so famished, they would be the only veg with a fighting chance of growing. And they did their best. Not the heaviest crop of spuds, but they were delicous chipped and brushed with olive oil, roasted in the oven.

