Alas I have picked the last of this season’s tomatoes today. They have come, since July, in all shapes and sizes and their colouring has ranged from ruby to vermilion, to orange, to a bucket load of sun-yellow fruits. Being positioned in a north-west facing yard, I was surprised to have grown anything at all, but the tomato plants that I grew in hanging baskets and pots did well – no, mum, I didn’t sing to them, sorry! Continue reading
