by Max Akroyd

The numbers game of sowing gathered some momentum today: twenty metres of peas (Douce Provence and Sima) and eighteen metres of broad beans (Aquadulce Claudia) pushed or thrown into their respective drills.

Lucy inspects the pea trench...

Lucy inspects the pea trench...

I also prepared about forty metres of garlic bed and prised open a dozen more heads of seed ready for tomorrow’s efforts. All these crops could, of course, be sown in spring. It’s often pointed out that the ravages of winter weather often make the effort of autumn sowings – just for the possibility of a slightly earlier crop – a bit pointless. I think this misses the real point of the exercise though: which is simply to get the the seed in the ground at a quiet time of year to reduce the burden of the 1001 things that need doing in spring. Now that’s a big number.