Isn't June lovely? I've been able to nip to the Hill any evening that I fancy a run, do a little light weeding, have a quick beer at the clubhouse and home in time for supper.
Mind you, it's been a season for slugs and snails - my beans have only just shrugged off the attacks, and it's the same with the tender crops - the courgettes and squash, and some lettuce. But they all just about live to grow another day - which is more than can be said for my bed of spring onions, carrots and parsnips!
The tomatoes at home are romping away - a weekly feed and regular watering (every other day) seem to be paying off, so I have high hopes for them.
I don't grow tomatoes at the Hill any longer - a couple of dispiriting years when the plants were cut down by blight means that I am happier with them here, where they are at less risk.
And this week has been a week of first crops - later than other years, simply as I seem to have been a bit behind, for no particular reason. All the sweeter, then, were these red berries, broad beans and the very first potatoes.