No sooner have the broccoli plants started to show some promise, than we have a storm so spectacular the papers are calling it a monsoon. You can see why. Torrential rain that overloaded all the gutters, in which two months’ supply fell in nine hours.
The outcome was as predictable as it was unwelcome. The tallest and leafiest plants – the broccoli and sprouts – took a heavy battering and I came home to find several of the plants knocked flat, their stems badly bent, if not entirely broken.
I’ve staked them up, but I worry that the vegetable patch may have suffered its first few casualties.
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