Just a few days ago I wrote that perhaps the first gardening lesson I had learnt last year was that 'a truss, as any tomato grower knows, is a set of fruit bearing flowers and not a comedy corset'.
Hah!
That was, of course, before learning another gardening lesson: that a truss is also a pretty accurate description of the multi-belted flesh-coloured undergarment an osteopath tells you to wear after lifting heavy weights out of the back of a low-slung car leaves you twisted like wisteria over a cottage door.
I wish could tell you it was worth it, and honestly it almost is.
After much reading and advice on best practice from Bernard at the Biodynamic Agricultural Association, here we are, gathered proudly over our recycled untreated wooden compost bin (for more, see Lucy's blog) with our organic Waitrose carrots (nothing too good for our worms) beginning to feel like proper allotment holders.
Now if only the vetch wasn't standing straighter than me.
