A pleasant evening at last.

I said the other day that one of the herbs was looking spectacular, well here it is in all its glory.

Finally managed an evening where my commute home had not left me so moist at the edges that I did not feel up to more than a cold drink. So off I went to the allotment with a tray of Climbing French Beans seedlings in pots, but rather tangled together. Spent the first half an hour gently teasing them apart.

The dog was not too impressed, spent most of her time staring alternately at her ball on a rope and me, think she was trying to tell me something.

The parsnips have gerninated spectacularly this year, I think they have managed a 100% rate.

My spring planted onion sets are doing well, only two or three have bolted so far.

My late planted garlic is showing no signs of rust yet, most unusual.

My squash plants have finally embarked on a growth spurt, with flowers.

All in all a very restful evening from six thirty to nine at the allotment. Did the beans, picked about a kilo of raspberries, weeded the fruit terrace, pulled the Rocket from between the carrots in the raised bed where it had gone to flower and watered the raised bed copiously. I finished off my session by weeding three inter-row valleys between the spuds on plot seventeen. Mostly Fat Hen and Sow Thistle. Only eight more to do.

This is a shot of the ripening blackcurrants on the ten bushes that I plan to dispose of once they have fruited as they are in the way of mechanical cultivation. Reckon the birds will take most as usual, they are in a long row across the plot between this years squash and "other" veg.