Yesterday was a harbinger of things to come. Today was, according to the Radio 4 weatherman, the first deep atlantic low of the autumn. This meant the first truly dreadful day for a long time and at times it was like something out of a Hollywood catastrophe film. The rain rained and the wind winded and there was lashing and driving and swirling and all this meant the gardener didn’t garden much. I managed to pick some runner beans and marveled how the wigwam has stayed up, there has got be a critical point on its trip to horizontal where it can’t stand up anymore. I also found a few broad beans for tea and ate some of the sweet little embryos as I went along.
The good news of the day is the incinerated grass is growing back. I knew it would be alright.