I have always wanted to re-live that childhood experience of sitting on the doorstep shelling peas. I’ve finally got back there, albeit with a slight twist, these are beans not peas, and the doorstep is replaced by a chair at my fine garden table as the step is just a little too far down.
and this is my very own back yard:
These lovely broad beans are from an earlier expedition to remotest Enfield, to the Parkside Pick You Own farm. It’s big, this is just the bean field:
Liz and I liked the wild bits where ‘weeds’ flourish:
They are smart, they keep low-growing crops so not too much reaching or bending is needed:
I love the way that these delicate babies have the perfect protective fluffy insulation:
and no waste –