We arrived to a garden full of happy gardeners bustling around what has to be one of the lushest gardens I've ever seen. The walled garden has very good soil and a happy group of volunteers to work it. We announced we were directed to someone who knew what we were on about, and were told we'd need to identify which potato was ours.
I spoke up - "Number 38."
Which raised eyebrows, apparently I was the first parent to remember, but as I said, I had taken a photograph!
|Here lies M's potato.|
In a few moments, we were looking for No. 38. It took us a few minutes as the beds were overgrown and not that many potatoes had been dug up. It seems that heavy rain on Wednesday meant not many children came to dig up their potatoes and we were only the second family to stop by this morning.
The soil was turned over and within a few minutes, we had potatoes!
|A happy girl with her potatoes.|
|Beautiful red poppies.|
|Pinks and purples.|
|And of course, lavenders.|
|M was very excited by the sunflowers, as ours were eaten by pigeons.|
After that we found a 'feral' apple tree. Feral, in that it was in a park, but not feral as in this is managed parkland, so presumably the Council know the tree and many others are here.
|Examining the park's apple trees.|
|Still small, but definitely apples.|