Beetroot, Blisters, Gary's Big Secret and a Lawnmower in a Carrier Bag
Right then, another week done and I genuinely don't know where the time goes. I really don't. You blink and it's Sunday again and the list of things that still need doing is somehow longer than it was on Monday. But that's the allotment life, isn't it. You wouldn't swap it for anything. Well, maybe a week in the sun with a cold drink. But apart from that, nothing. Beetroot With a Cunning Plan Behind It So this week we've been getting beetroot in, and if you're a regular reader you'll know I don't tend to do things just one way when there's a smarter way to do it. Now I love beetroot. Sara loves beetroot. She does all manner of things with it — jars of it, pickled, cooked, frozen — if there's a method of preserving beetroot, Sara has tried it, and the cupboards are the proof of that. So we grow a fair quantity and I need to make the most of the space. This time I've gone in with wider spacings than I'd normally use. Now before ...
