A small garden, written down so I remember what worked.
Pulled the last of the runner beans and left the roots in the ground for the nitrogen. Two barrows of leaf mould over the long bed, and the garlic is in along the fence — twelve cloves of a variety I've already forgotten the name of. Next year I'll label things.
The cherry tomatoes against the south wall outdid everything in the greenhouse again. Lesson for the third year running: warm brick beats glass. The beefsteaks split after the rain and went to the compost.
Copper tape did nothing. Wool pellets did a little. What actually worked was going out at ten at night with a torch and a jar. Not glamorous, but the lettuce survived.
Broad beans, sweet peas and a tray of chard on the kitchen windowsill. The windowsill is too cold for peppers, so they're on top of the fridge until they germinate.