We had a full day of high winds at the weekend, preventing an allotment visit; yesterday the son and I trekked up in the rain (the aftermath of the storm) intending to search the site for our holey old tarp, covering our new little shed. We were pleasantly surprised to find it still in place, though the pieces of wood we'd left on top had blown off. One black plastic composter had tipped over--and a plastic garden chair--but that was the extent of the damage thankfully. In the past I've had to go looking for composters and their lids.
So we reset the composter and refilled it (it was full when it tipped over), rearranged the tarp and pieces of wood, and set about filling our bags with the harvest. The son picked most of the remaining tomatoes and cucumbers and five big fennel, while I dug out another row of leeks and got some pak choi and a couple more black radishes. We had some heavy bags to walk home with, and very wet feet; neither of us has wellies.
I spent about an hour processing leeks: the white stems went into the fridge, then the long green tops I carefully washed and chopped to freeze. I also pickled the smallest cucumbers, froze some tomatoes, and put the rest of the veg in the fridge to eat over the next week. I had so many leeks I might need to chop and freeze some of the stems too, before they go soft in the fridge; what's more I'll need to dig another row later on this week.
At home, the daughter and I moved the temporary fence from around the veg beds; now the ducks have been tidying up a bit for me. There are still a few little cabbages and kohlrabi in the beds, and a few tiny pickling cucumbers--and a lot of weeds--but the only one still blocked off is the parsnip bed; I'm waiting till after first frost before pulling any (I'm not even sure if they're worth pulling, though the leaves look big and lush). To be honest, my ducks aren't much interested in vegetables (unlike chickens); instead they've been happily searching for slugs and bugs in between them.

