Small notes on gardens, trails and slow weekends.
This year the cherry tomatoes went into the sunny corner by the fence instead of the raised bed. Less water, more sun, and far fewer split fruits. The larger variety still sulked through the cold nights in August — next spring they get a cloche.
Eleven kilometres, mostly flat, two benches worth stopping at. Start early: by ten the path fills up with cyclists. Bring water — the café at the old mill now closes on Sundays.
The trick was boring: more dry leaves, smaller pieces, turn it every week. Three months in and the bottom layer looks like actual soil.