The celeriac hasn't been doing that well so I'm trying home made cloches to give them a hand. The chewed up swedes to the left were a donation from Malcolm across the way, they're being eaten by caterpillars at the moment so I've turned all hunter/gatherer and brandish the hoe like a spear and cut the little feckers in half. Don't judge me, my step-father-in-law goes out at night with a torch and a pair of scissors and cuts slugs in half. Yeah, you heard me.
And finally... I accidentally grew some parsnips, long story really but hey here they are in their ugly glory!
