I feel like I have this entirely unsatisfactory hobby where I spend hours each weekend, weeding and tilling and planting, just in order for an army of soft, squishy critters to gorge themselves silly on our lush organic produce.
Next year I may try out a new hobby of browsing the veg aisles in the local Lidl so that I too, can gorge on some vegetables.
Broad beans have been the only success this year, in fact they were so successful that I can barely close the freeze door without bursting an over stuffed sack of beans.
Absolutely everything else is a complete flop.
Here’s the pitiful reward for digging an entire row of spuds in heavy and claggy clay.
The second row was no better, in fact I unearthed more slugs than potatoes.
The runner beans are nothing short of an embarrassment.
I’ve jumped from foot to foot squishing them in a furious war dance, done to the tune of much swearing but I am still a little unimpressed with this gardening hobby.