The magic date of 1st November has passed, but without the usual accompanying pyromania, due to incessant wetness in the air.
It would seem I was wise to re-site the pond liner as the first hole I dug is now full to the brim of rainwater, and the frogs are loving it.
I have harvested a red cabbage and two batches of brussells sprouts, all the red shallots are lifted and are at home, drying in the greenhouse.
I have taken home the biggest of the apples and left the small ones for the birds.
The second sowing of sweetcorn haven't ripened, which is a shame because otherwise they were perfect.
The runner beans are down, also the sweet peas. I will leave the stems on the soil, to rot down rather than burning them.