Whilst I intended to grow cabbages this year, these lovelies are a bit of a bonus. Gordon kindly gave me a dozen plants a couple of months ago. Greyhound variety, they are.
I accepted them without any thought of where to put them. Hastily, I prepared a small patch of ground which I’d dug over in the winter and was earmarked for spring cabbage – to be planted round about now.
There was only room for six, so the others were a further pass along.
Disaster struck a week later when my cloche blew off in an easterly gale – it was weighed down to protect from westerlies. Two plants looked hopelessly wrecked, but I persevered.
Lo and behold, all six are flourishing. Four have well formed hearts. The windblown two have recovered though are a month or so behind in growth. Two are nearly ready to eat.
Best of all, my Heath Robinson cabbage protection device has kept off hungry birds and beasts.