August 17, 2014 § Leave a comment
Jackie is a woman after my own heart! Like me, she is an economist in the purest sense of the word, i.e. a manager of a household. Her management style, like mine, focusses on production (rather than purchasing): cooking from scratch, making some of her own clothes, going back to source ingredients to make cleaning and cosmetic concoctions and of, course, growing some of her own produce. And like me, Jackie doesn’t only run an abundant home for human (and feline) companions. She also provides shelter and food for the local wildlife, which plays an important role in pollinating plants, propagating trees…
Originally posted on Life During Wartime Challenge:
Ah, it’s Tomato Time! The other day I had so many tomatoes from the garden that I didn’t know what in the world to do with them. Don’t worry, I figured it out! I ate them fresh every day, slow roasted (cut small tomatoes in half, drizzle with olive oil and balsamic vinegar, put on a little fresh thyme, 300 oven, 3 or 4 hours) over 20 of them for a great addition to all kinds of foods,
blanched, peeled, diced, then froze over 10 cups of them for future stews, soups, and sauces, and gave some to friends. It looks like we will have an additional abundance of ripe tomatoes over the weekend, and I plan to make a fresh tomato sauce (gravy for the Italian Americans). It’s a little labor intensive but so, so good — last year my husband told me he had an out of body…
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August 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
During Plastic Free July I joined an online discussion (or rather a collective rant) about the packaging of staple foods. Not just about the nature of packaging but whether it is necessary at all. We were bemoaning the lack of bulk bin stores in the UK, which makes it very difficult to avoid (plastic) packaging when buying rice, pulses and other starches. In an attempt to be constructive I pointed out that at least, where pasta is concerned, we can go plastic-free by making our own. That statement prompted someone to ask whether it would be possible to make pasta in a van? My response was “I don’t see why not” (not to mention, “why in a van?”).
Whilst domestic bread baking has really taken off, many seem to be wary about making their own pasta… as if it is some mysterious product that requires strange tools and alchemy. So, I thought I would demystify the process.
Ingredients and basic method
I use a Tuscan recipe that is incredibly simple and scalable. The following amounts feed three to four adults:
- 300 g of plain flour, preferably tipo ’00’ durum wheat
- 3 large eggs
- 1 tbsp of olive oil
- pinch of sea salt
If you have a mixer or food processor, toss all ingredients in and mix it into a shiny ball – it will look more like very rich short pastry rather than dough. If you are mixing by hand, make a well in the flour, add the salt, crack the eggs into the well and mix the dough with your finger tips by bringing the flour into the centre and working it into the eggs (a bit like when we made mud pies as children). Add the oil while the mixture is still craggy and knead until the pastry looks slightly glossy.
Leave the pasta to rest for 20 to 30 mins, covered with a damp towel, so the gluten can start to develop. This will make it a lot easier to roll out.
A word about tools
I do have a pasta mangle*, but usually I just make pasta with a rolling pin. Simply cut the dough into three or four pieces and roll out on a very lightly floured surface. Lift the pasta regularly and turn it a quarter. The key is to keep rolling until you can see the grain of the wood/pattern of the countertop through the dough. It takes a few minutes but not as long as you would think, and generally less time than it takes to wipe the dust off the mangle and set it up! The dough should be quite elastic so it will always shrink back a little after you stop rolling it out.
Once thin enough you can cut the pasta into the desired shape with a knife (or pastry cutter, pizza wheel…). I tend to make pappardelle or tagliatelle but you can also cut sheets for lasagna or cannelloni, or make discs or squares for tortellini or ravioli.
If you are cutting ribbons, hang them up to dry a little so they cook as separate strips. The rotary drying racks that are sold with pasta machines are generally too small to be of any use so I improvise. I often drape the pasta over large bowls but have been known to use the clothes airer before now. You could also use a piece of dowelling rod suspended between two cabinets, chairs… and hang the ribbons over that.
Cooking, serving and savouring
As this pasta is super fresh, it cooks in minutes… and I really do mean minutes. Also, much like when boiling potatoes or rice, you will find a slightly starchy residue in the water. This is completely normal.
The taste of homemade pasta is a revelation. It is not anything like the hard dried pasta or pappy fresh pasta you can buy in the supermarket. Just like homegrown potatoes, homemade pasta tastes a little more fibrous, probably because the dough is not as homogenised as that of pasta prepared in industrial mixers. Not only does homemade pasta taste vastly better than shop bought variants, I find it makes a better carrier for sauces. In the autumn I love homemade papardelle with pheasant or rabbit ragu but in the summer, nothing beats homemade tagliatelle with pesto made from homegrown basil!
Another little known benefit of homemade pasta: it will keep for up to six weeks! If you want to make a big batch and store some, just make sure it is thoroughly dry before putting it in an air tight container. I leave it out overnight just to be sure.
The only downside about making your own pasta is that once you have tasted your own, you will probably not want to go back to the ‘convenience’ of plastic-clad shop bought pasta!
Homemade basil pesto
Much like your own pasta, homemade pesto is a feast for the taste buds, and it is incredibly simple to make. Grow basil from seed or buy a plant and grow it on in the kitchen. Take a couple of handfuls of fresh basil leaves, a garlic clove or two, a good tablespoon of grated parmesan and a heaped teaspoon of pine kernels and blitz them a little with a mini mixer or liquidiser. Add a good splash of olive oil and continue to blitz the mixture until you reach your preferred consistency. (Serves 2)
As pesto is so easy to make I usually only make enough for one sitting but if you have any left, it will keep for several days in a small jar if you add enough olive oil to cover the pesto. This fills in any holes so there is no air in which bacteria can breed.
* If space and/or budget are tight, I would definitely recommend investing in a good rolling pin and a mini mixer (and quality durum wheat, of course) rather than a pasta maker as you will get much more use out of both those tools. If you do decide to buy a pasta maker, check that the mechanism for fixing the machine to a surface works with your kitchen counters/table.
August 11, 2014 § 1 Comment
I had been apprehensive about my weekend in Antwerp. I was not really sure what to expect. Not so much of the place, more of my response to the city of my youth. I went back to the old city semi-regularly when my parents were still alive but since dad died three years ago, I have not had much occasion to visit.
Late on Friday afternoon Mr M and I chugged into Central Station. The journey from London couldn’t have been more convenient. Get on the Eurostar at St. Pancras International at a civilised time; arrive in Brussels-Midi; cross over to platform 19 for the Intercity to Antwerp. It is not even necessary to interrupt our progress to queue for a local ticket as the Eurostar fair covers the cost to any Belgian station.
After checking into our hotel and freshening up we were ready to head into the old town for a pre-dinner drink and some food. I had booked a table in one of my old haunts, De Grootte Witte Arend. A pleasant café off Groenplaats with a little courtyard where we could sip an aperitif. The food was good in the way that I remembered: simple, fresh and tasty continental café food… which in my case came with plenty of grey shrimps. The coffee, even the decaffeinated, was robust and the service charming. In the damp heat of a summer’s evening, Antwerp was reassuringly familiar.
In the cold light of day, however, the emotions crept in.
The city is much smaller than London, Paris, New York,… or even sizeable provincial cities like Manchester or Milan. Consequently there are memories in every twist and turn of this medieval city. Memories of mum dragging me and my siblings down one of the shopping streets in search of winter shoes; of marching from the bus stop to school every day for six years; of waiting on the steps in Central Station as a teenager to meet friends for an afternoon of window shopping; of spending Sunday afternoons in the art house cinema followed by coffee and cake in De Lantaren – one of my favourite cafés; of buying flowers for mum on the way home from school just to surprise her; of restaurants where I shared a meal with dad on trips ‘home’ after we’d lost mum… Inevitably there were a few tears, not for the passing of time but for the sad emptiness that losing loved ones brings.
The more I wandered down familiar streets the more another type of sadness crept in too. The city of my youth was looking quite forlorn.
The global recession has left its mark. Many restaurants and cafés are standing empty, including many old favourites, or have become fast food joints. Smart shops, where I could once only aspire to shop, are either boarded up or have been turned into pop-up outlets. There was more graffiti, a lot more. The sixth form block of my old school has been sold off. Even the central library is no more. At least the space has been taken over by a college but it was a shock to see nonetheless.
The homogenisation of globalisation has also set in. More international chains have moved in and many traditional old neighbourhoods have been redeveloped into bland corporate flats. The independent character and eclectic architecture that once defined the city are slowly ebbing away…
I hadn’t expected a city the size of Antwerp to remain unchanged; I just hadn’t been ready for quite how much it has changed.
Amidst the shock of all this change there were a few glimmers of hope. I hadn’t realised that our weekend would coincide with the gay pride march, an event that would have been unthinkable in the traditional Antwerp of my youth. Admittedly I barely heard a single Flemish dialect from the revellers but the fact the city was even hosting the march suggests attitudes have moved on. Public transport remains excellent and is being expanded: familiar tram routes have been extended further into the suburbs and urban hire bikes are everywhere. The old art cinema has survived and is still screening films from Japan, Iran, Spain, France… And I even spotted a shop frontage suggesting Antwerp is getting a ‘bulk buy’ store – the first in Belgium.
On Sunday Mr M and I had lunch with the lovely G, one of my oldest friends. Amongst our exchange of news she announced that she would probably be posted abroad soon and was looking forward to adventures in a new city and time zone. With her leaving Belgium, I suspect it will be some time before I am back in Antwerp. Hopefully by then the city of my youth will have re-found the ‘gezelligheid‘ that made it such an attractive place to know.
July 29, 2014 § 1 Comment
Although it’s the height of summer, I’m already looking forward to autumn as September means a new academic year and lots of new learning opportunities. I may have finished school and university years ago but in many ways I have never really left. My curiosity and desire to learn are stronger than ever, and once again, I find myself scouring prospectus and websites, scribbling down details of courses and workshops to work out which I can fit in around my schedule.
London is a superb place if you love learning. There’s no shortage of community colleges, academic centres and private teachers but opportunities to learn or develop new skills can also be found in the oddest corners, not to mention online*. Here’s an overview of just some of the opportunities I’ve embraced over the years.
University short courses and community colleges
Many London universities offer short courses in the evening or as winter/summer schools. These courses are not the cheapest but there are some real gems to be had. I have spent a fair few terms at SSEES’ language centre refreshing my rusty Russian and have learnt millinery at the London College of Fashion during the holiday months. Recently The Cass’ Alternative Photographic Printmaking and instrument making courses have caught my eye.
Community colleges may be the Cinderella of adult education but they are not to be underestimated as they offer a wide range of courses, including short weekend ones, usually at very democratic prices. My favourites are Morley College, City Lit, Bishopsgate Institute and my local college in Greenwich. The teaching on the weekend bra making course at Morley was as good as anything I experienced at the London College of Fashion and the pottery teachers at my local community college are amazing. Whenever possible, I like to use these colleges, particularly in times of public spending cuts as their survival depends (in part) on them being able to demonstrate they serve a real need.
Music lessons abound
I regret never learning to play an instrument as I child but have been making up for it as an adult. Whilst there are many private music teachers in London, I generally enjoy group classes more, like the accordion courses at Morley or the weekend fiddle classes at Cecil Sharpe House (part folk art centre, part music archive).
Group lessons are often seen as the poor relation to private ones but it all depends on the teaching and the student’s aim. My teachers have covered technique and drilled us with scales, arpeggios and finger exercises, but much like a good language teacher, their focus has been on getting us to make music from day one. As such over half the lesson is devoted to playing together, using technique in practice, learning to listen to and work with fellow musicians whilst playing… There is certainly a place for Grade exams and I use the ABRSM books at home to galvanise my technique but at my stage of life I really don’t need yet another formal certificate. I just want to enjoy playing music with other people. To this end, next term I might join The Goose is Out beginner’s pub session or East London Late Starters Orchestra.
Mastering a new language
As a linguist I never tire of learning new languages. Classes are the traditional route and I have attended many in my lifetime. Community colleges and university language centres are obvious providers but as many countries have designated institutes to promote their language abroad (e.g. Goethe Institute for German, ICI for Italian, Cervantes Instituto for Spanish), it is also worth checking consulate websites.
If the wallet or schedule do not stretch to classes, books and CDs are a good starting point. I have picked up a couple of new languages using these tools, in my case Serbo-Croatian and Swedish.** However, it is necessary to supplement this learning with other tools to get as much exposure to a language as possible. Twenty years ago this meant tuning into short band radio, hunting out foreign magazines at an international news stand or catching the occasional foreign film in the cinema. Now we can access foreign news, films, music, blogs… with a simple Google search. Regularly reading a few paragraphs of a blog, listening to a ten-minute clip on YouTube or trying to join an online forum conversation in a foreign language all help build vocabulary, idioms, an ear for grammar…
Unusual and invisible learning
There are many other avenues for learning beyond formally documented courses. Scratch the surface of the city and they are easy enough to find.
For example, I learnt green wood carving from a group of ‘bodgers’ that runs open days and very affordable introductory courses in a corner of a London cemetery. How did I stumble across this opportunity? I was curious about the craft, researched whether it was covered by a guild or association and then followed the links on the website of the Association of Pole Lathe Turners and Green Wood Workers. The same approach will work for most traditional crafts.
If you are interested in creative writing but don’t fancy a formal course, check if there are any writing clubs in local bookshops. These offer a less formal setting for developing writing skills by providing a focus and supportive feedback, as well as a chance to learn by critiquing others’ efforts.
In this age of commoditised services, it is easy to overlook how much we can actually learn from each other. For example, a family friend taught me the basics of welding, and I have taught a couple of acquaintances to crochet. Many people are only too happy to share skills, just look at how many knitting and stitching clubs have sprung up in recent years. Or how many people have posted how-to clips on YouTube, from how to make a blind or saw a mortise and tenon joint to how to write calligraphy or develop film negatives with coffee…
It may require a little research and ingenuity, some juggling of time, finances*** and priorities, but for me, it has never been easier to satisfy my curiosity and hunger to learn.
* I have not touched on the many online learning options available. I am currently experimenting with some free courses delivered via FutureLearn and shall blog about my findings in the coming months.
** I should qualify this statement by clarifying that I am a linguist by training so accustomed to language learning. That said, my sister has also been learning languages this way and it seems to work for her too.
*** Course fees can be a barrier to learning but many institutions have concessionary rates. For example, Greenwich Community College offers borough residents a discount, as well as generous concessions for those on benefits. Also, if fees are charged per term, it is worth working out the hourly rate when assessing the cost. Some courses I’ve attended actually cost as little as £4 or 5 per hour and were first-rate!
July 26, 2014 § 3 Comments
I knew Plastic Free July would be a challenge. Even for somebody who is very waste conscious, focusing on avoiding single-use plastic makes you realise just how all-pervasive it is.
It is relatively easy to eradicate a whole host of plastic, e.g. by refusing disposable cups, refilling detergent bottles, buying vegetables loose at the grocer’s, cooking from scratch, keeping toiletries truly natural and to a minimum… but it is proving harder to make headway with other routine household products (e.g. cured meat, yoghurt, yeast, tea and coffee, seeds and grains…), not to mention the ad hoc goods. And the process is not made easier by the dilemmas you stumble across along the way.
Dilemmas: almost as ubiquitous as plastic
In early July I was drawn into a discussion about milk. We’re lucky to have a milkman who delivers organic milk in returnable bottles. Perfect, I thought. Until I learnt that the dairy had slashed the price it pays dairy farmers, forcing many out of business. I could buy milk from one of the supermarkets or an organic vegetable box scheme, both of which pay farmers a fairer price. However both use non-returnable plastic bottles… So do I opt for a product that ticks one environmental and one social box or one that ticks two environmental boxes but has human consequences?
There is no perfect solution yet so I contacted the dairy about paying farmers a fair price and the vegetable box company to suggest it looks into phasing in an alternative to plastic. Unfortunately the former did not reply and the latter’s response, which cited health, safety and supplier convenience, was less than heartening. People seem to have forgotten that for generations milk has been moved in non-plastic containers. Personally, I prefer bringing back enamel milk cans that milkmen fill up on their van!
Soap is another a minefield. Some branded soaps come in a cardboard box or I can buy loose bars from my local organic shop but both contain palm oil, which is associated with deforestation. After much research I found that Marcel Fabré makes palm oil free Savon de Marseille but it does come with a thin plastic wrapper. So, which is the lesser evil? In the case of soap, I reluctantly accept the plastic wrapper to avoid palm oil and because this soap is a good all-rounder that dispenses with a host of other cleaning products.
A delivery of wool illustrates another dilemma. I ordered some Fenella, a lovely soft yarn grown, spun and dyed in Britain. Inevitably, it arrived packed in a plastic envelope. What would have been the alternative? I could have gone to the nearest wool shop but that only stocks the big brand yarns. Whilst these might have done the job, I want my purchases to matter. Green credentials, after all, do not exist in a vacuum. As much as I want to avoid unnecessary plastics, I also want to support small businesses that shorten supply chains and translate into livelihoods for real people rather than profits for anonymous shareholders. Sometimes this means mail order. And as my postman tends to leave parcels out in the rain, there is a lot to be said for textile and fibre being sent in water proof packages… *
I blame the barcode…
Despite many retailers’ claims, packaging goods in plastic is rarely driven by health and hygiene considerations and almost always driven by convenience! Centralisation and automation mean products arrive in shops clad in plastic, ready for a barcode sticker. For example, this month I bought a couple of photo frames, a protractor, a new notebook and a set of double pointed sock needles. All came with the obligatory plastic wrapper and barcode, with the exception of the needles, which came in a cardboard box as well as a plastic sleeve!
It is astonishing how quickly plastic packaging and barcodes have taken over. Twenty odd years ago, at the start of each school year, we would head to the newsagent’s or supermarket and select notebooks, pencils, rulers… off the shelf. There was no wrapping; at most a price sticker that had been label gunned on. The same applied to knitting needles, which came on a piece of card or tied together with an elastic band. It may seem archaic now, much like doing a manual inventory, but it meant less packaging and shop keepers who knew their stock!
Some successes too
A plethora of dilemmas and barcodes is of course no reason not to persist and cut out unnecessary plastics. And as much as I regret the lack of Belgian/French-style charcuterie shops or stores that sell staples from bulk bins, there have been some successes this month.
I have realised, that just like pasta**, gnocchi is incredibly easy to make and is better than the starchy mini pillows available from supermarket refrigerators. We have also eliminated soda water bottles, not by substituting them with cans but by investing in a soda siphon. The simple system involves disposable cartridges but these are small, made of steel, recyclable and worth recycling. In the process, we have also phased out tetrapaks of orange juice. As I never really liked sweet juices, we have switched to bitter cordials, like Sarsaparilla or Dandelion and Burdock. These old school drinks are available in glass bottles and are so intense that the merest drizzle goes a long way! I also discovered to my delight that Marks & Spencer now offers more of its tights in little cardboard boxes, without plastic windows and wrappers – much like shops did years ago.
And although not a success in the purist’s sense, I have found a home for the rare yoghurt or cream pot that enters our house. The art tutors in my local community college can’t get enough little pots for mixing paints, slips and glazes. In their eyes, yoghurt pots are not disposable single-use items but a useful resource. And that is ultimately the key to addressing the mountains of waste, whether plastic or otherwise. We should not beat ourselves up about the occasional plastic wrapper that seeps into our life but rather develop a resource conscious mindset. After all, waste is a new concept in the history of mankind, not a given!
* The plastic packaging may have been a ‘necessary evil’ but it proved useful: I recycled it to send a parcel of wool and tea to a friend.
** As I’ve had some queries about making your own pasta, a dedicated post will follow soon.
July 22, 2014 § 12 Comments
On Saturday I turned 40. I had been in two minds about celebrating the occasion. I have never been overly concerned about the number or even getting older. After all, most of the women I admire are older and I admire them for the characteristics that age brings: wisdom, experience, serenity… I am, however, less enamoured with the aching joints, deteriorating eyesight and shrinking range of hearing that seem to come with age!
As it happened, I hardly got a say in whether to celebrate or not. Mr M had kindly organised a weekend away. An attractive hotel on the south coast, a restaurant with a strong seafood focus, just the two of us and… then I was struck down by some virus. Rather than strolling round the old town, making our way down to the harbour or hiking over to Dungeoness (Britain’s only desert) for a squint at the nuclear power station*, I took to bed as Mr M went in search of a hot water bottle for me on the hottest day of the year.
Now the day has been and gone (and the shivers and spasms have subsided), I can celebrate being 40, despite the physical niggles. There were no major revelations of course. Turning 40 just provided an excuse to take stock, have a look at the Great Book of Reciprocity, flip through the Giant Encyclopaedia of Life and scribble some mental notes in the margin.
Here are just some of my scribblings:
- I have a grand family: Mr M (of course!), my siblings, my little niece, a couple of old friends of my parents (a last link to mum and dad) and close friends who travel miles to share the joyous moments and drop everything to support me in the darkest ones. They are all utterly precious, and I need make use of every occasion to catch up with them as life rattles on with all its commitments and distractions.
- Friendship is a blessing but one I never take for granted! I may not see or speak to my friends as often as I should like but I really do believe that we reap what we sow. How else do I explain friendships that have endured across continents and decades…?
- The world needs more random acts of kindness and generosity, and especially towards strangers. Best of all, they offer a win-win. Paying somebody a compliment, sending a thank you note, sharing a meal, seeds, your harvest…, giving a small home-made present… Such ‘gifts’ brighten the day for the giver as well as the receiver.**
- Producing is much more fun than consuming. In many ways, it takes me back to the imaginative, inquisitive child I was. Figuring out that I am perfectly capable of making practical daily objects (whether growing my own food, stitching my own blinds, carving a spoon, throwing a bowl…) is satisfying. It is not just a creative process but also an act of defiance, and yes, I take delight in that too!*
- A lifetime is not enough to learn all the languages, musical instruments, skills… I’m interested in! Rather than lament the lack of time, each August I scour the prospectus of local community colleges and sign up for courses, workshops… This year I’m eyeing up more violin lessons, another pottery course and maybe some Gaelic, although I would also love to try my hand at instrument making…
- As much as I love prose, poetry and music, silence is golden! Yes, I am the person who points out the Quiet Carriage notice to noisy passengers on a train and I prefer restaurants where people speak in hushed tones. (And really, how many telephone conversations are so urgent they need to be had in public?)
- Moods, frustration, melancholy… are generally eased by pottering in the garden. Leaving aside the restorative nature of fresh air and natural light, there is so much life in the garden, even on a winter’s day, that it is impossible not to forget oneself for a while.
- Lotions and potions are no substitute for healthy food, plenty of water, sleep and a sun hat! (And there is certainly no need for plastic micro-beads that pollute watercourses and poison fish. Pinhead oatmeal and honey or sea salt and olive oil work just fine.)
- Bodies are designed to move. Although I am not a natural athlete, my body feels a whole lot better for regular exercise.
- As much as I enjoy the occasional meal out, Mr M’s goulash is still one of my top three meals ever!
- I drink far too much tea and always shall but somehow, most of life’s problems, ills and challenges seem more manageable after a cuppa. Throw in a decent night’s sleep and I’m all but invincible…
- At 30 I thought I would end up a batty old cat lady and was okay with that prospect. At forty I know that I am an eccentric cat lady cum urban cottage gardener with a penchant for yarn, home-made preserves, gin and obscure (if not dead) languages as well as a 10K personal best that it is getting slower… and I am revelling in all of it!
* As an ex-energy lawyer and general energy geek, electricity (as well as water and sewage) plants are interesting sites! Mr M is the same with trains and boats…
July 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
In a society that praises bigger as better, it is easy to forget the virtue of tiny. Don’t get me wrong, given half the chance I would love a bigger garden! You can keep a larger house – higher energy bills and more cleaning, who needs that! – but half as much garden again would be lovely. But then I spend time in my funny little yard and fall in love with its nooks and crannies, or I see what other small space growers (like @VerticalVeg) are doing with theirs and I’m inspired by the possibilities, joy and beauty that even the smallest of spaces can offer. And no more so than after a visit to a tiny rooftop vegetable plot in Central London.
A couple of weeks ago I spent a delightful afternoon sipping tea high above the streets of London in the haven created by the lovely Wendy (@rooftopvegplot). Unfazed by limited space this lady has created a beautiful garden that has it all: beautiful borders, flowers and edibles, a greenhouse, a breakfast/dining area, even a writing shed. And all in a footprint of about five by six metres!*
Advocates of “Ever bigger” forget that constraints of any kind stretch our imagination and Wendy certainly has that in droves.
Like any balcony/patio grower, she relies on raised beds but with an eye for beauty she has turned her four tiny 6 inch deep beds into edible borders that would look at home in a cottage garden. Like the bed of salad leaves edged with a mini Hyssop hedge acting as a windbreak and purple pansies, or one with feathery kale intersown with carrots and faster growing catch crops like rocket and radish.
Small space growers love the productive potential of vertical growing and Wendy is no different. She has installed small trellises and a pergola that not only help define the space architecturally but are home to cottage garden regulars like climbing beans, peas (in particular Mr Prue’s extremely tall variety) and fragrant sweat peas. She has also made space for a trombocino courgette, which is doing a good job of clambering up one of the trellises.
By including old-school perennials and biennials, like Valerian and Wild Celery, Wendy adds height, a shot of colour and a floral wispiness, adding to the sense that you are surrounded by borders rather than raised beds.
Every where I looked in this tiny space there was a new discovery, inspiration for how to make the most of your space and always beauty. The small greenhouse is home to the usual suspects: tomato, pepper and cucumber plants but also basil and flowers like Calendula, Nasturtium and Antirrhinum for pest control purposes. A shadier corner houses an old chest that Wendy has turned into a hybrid compost bin/wormery. In some beds, she has strategically laid chicken wire on the soil to deter slugs from nibbling her kale and other leafy vegetables. Elsewhere climbers are working their way up a vertical compost bin (a cylinder made of chicken wire, half a foot wide and two foot tall).
And then there is the tiny blue shed. This minute space is not relegated to housing a ramshackle collection of pots and tools but functions as a writing shed – every bookish girl’s dream. The pots, equipment and seeds are instead housed in the porch to the stairs down into building…, which Wendy aptly refers to as the potting shed!
If you need proof that lack of space is no bar to a beautiful and abundant garden, take a look at Wendy’s blog and follow her Rooftop Veg Plot adventures. Actually, just follow her blog for the sheer joy that a beautiful garden offers! I certainly came away from my visit buzzing with ideas, unable to sleep with excitement at the number of opportunities I have not even started to explore in my sizable* garden.
* With one and half times Wendy’s growing space, my garden is positively palatial!