This year I have been able to sow the seeds, prick them out, pot them up in size thrice and get them into the garden with a smooth succession of good timing and patience.
I find most of the brassicas can really sulk in their pots if they aren’t moved up and into more space quickly. So it only took seven years of trying.
All I have to do is protect them from the cabbage moth butterfly, done with nets. And if I really had the time, I’d pick off the little red bugs which have chomped the leaves. But I don’t have that much time. I’m too busy beaming with pride that I have monster cabbage at last.
Now where are my secateurs? I’m starving.