Tomatoes

Over the past few weeks we've been picking blackberries, bilberries, cowberries and cropping a few select things from our garden. We've had some good crumbles and our freezer is filling up nicely too.

I've been really enjoying feeding Tomas the odd handful of fruit as we pass down the garden path on our way out somewhere - blackberries and raspberries mainly. He pops them in like sweeties. And I was surprised one day to come home and find Tomas sat on the wall with James chewing the end of a spring onion like a pro!

Just been out in the garden to survey the tomatoes we are growing. I have now realised that the toms that I thought might be ripening and were stuck on yellow ('not enough sun to get them red' I thought) are actually supposed to be a yellow variety - and so I am a little late in getting to some of them, but there are loads on the vine yet to come, so I'm ok. They are tumbling toms for pots, and the plants are so tight and cabbage-y that the toms themselves are actually hard to pick because they are curled so snugly into the plant. I am definitely going to grow these again next year, they've been no trouble and look like producing a good harvest.

The purple variety are looking a lovely muddy red, which I expect to darken to purple over the next couple of weeks.

One of my plants has been knocked over by torrential rain - they are staked outside our door rather than being in a greenhouse, so that makes them a little bit vulnerable to whatever the weather throws at them. So I've some little green ones that need to be cuddled by a banana in a dark place to make them lovely.

And as for these oh-so-expensive seeds - they have come to pretty much nothing. Well, I've got about 20 teeny, tiny tomatoes on the plants, but the plants look yellow and sad, and nothing like the hundreds and thousands that they were supposed to produce. And ok, so we might not have watered them every day. Or given them a feed once a week. But basically, if you can't tough it out, then there is no place for you in our garden - we've not got the time for faffing!

Everywhere I walk or drive now I have one eye on the road ahead and one on the trees and hedgerows. Looking out for scrumping opportunities. And there are several, some crab apples and a couple of eaters. Do we just help ourselves to trees overhanging public places? Or knock on some doors and ask if the owners of trees plan on using them all? Or just wait until we can scrump my mum's Bramley and be legit?

Walking Weekend

Just had a fantastic weekend with a couple of friends. We went on two brilliant walks. With my inspired "wild food" head, out looking for some good finds.

The first walk on Saturday was around a local reservoir. We found a few hawthorn trees on the main route around, but surprisingly the blossom did not smell or taste that nice. In fact it had a slightly burnt taste. Half way around the reservoir we decided to extend the walk by heading into the woods. We found a little apple tree that may need another visit in the future. An enjoyable day but only 1/10 on the wild food Richter scale.

Now our Sunday walk was a different story. We headed to the moors and came across lots of bilberry bushes. There are acres around but these are the nearest to my house I have found yet, a good find. As we headed away from the open moorland and down towards a reservoir we found a hawthorn tree. Now this hawthorn was very different - strong, rich almond fragrances. In fact I have never smelt such a nice blossom. We collected some and they have gone to some good use... I will talk about that later this week.

The next stage of our walk was an eye-opener. We found the most amazing forest. The whole floor was covered in bluebells. I found loads of wild garlic, which made me very happy. And the biggest beech trees I have ever seen. Over 4m in circumference! I want to try and harvest these come autumn. I also found Yellow Archangel, part of the dead nettle family, which can be put in salads or stir-fried. I must remember to get a photo next time.

Heading home we found an area that looked like it was once an orchard. Two surviving apple trees may yield some nice fruit one day. I also spotted a tree I could not identify. I now know it is a Wych Elm. Several healthy specimens, a wonderful sight to see. What a great weekend.