I can understand how the Americans feel in New Mexico… keeping control of your borders is a monumental task.

That is either a rather unreasonable comparison or the worst gag ever. Let me know.

I have just spent two hours attempting to tame the grass encroaching Triffid-style on my patch and feel a tad hot and bothered.

It appears nobody has a push along lawnmower I can borrow. So, it left me no choice but tackle the knee high thicket with the garden equivalent of a razorblade.

May has given us bouts of heavy rain and spells of bright sunshine. It’s the allotment equivalent of using a nuclear reactor to boil a kettle.

Everything grows very quickly. It is heartening after weeks of staring at virgin soil and wondering if you had planted stuff or it was all a dream.

I was little over zealous with the trowel and yanked up a perfectly good spud, but have now distinguished what are weeds and what are potato plants.

The onions have big long green roots sprouting from their tips and the salad leaves are almost long enough to be waving in the breeze. Nice.