As we
squelch our way into December the perpetual rain that has been
preceded by a couple of fairly hard frosts sets alarm bells ringing
over the state of our crops at the allotment. It has been a good
couple of weeks since we have even ventured down there. Filled with
the fear that we will have lost an entire row of celery and our
bounty of beetroot through the forces of nature and our overly
hectic lives I armed myself with gloves and carrier bags and headed
out into the wind and rain with plans to pickle and make vats of soup
with whatever I could salvage.
