Thanks to my enforced break, literally, from the business and garden, I'm going to have a lot of catching up to do when the bones in my ankle have finally knitted. From what I can see of the jungle out there, everything seems to be growing just fine without my tender ministrations and, no doubt, the slugs are having a high old time. I'm hoping the present inclement weather will hold back the goose- and strawberries till I'm walking again and I managed to see to the rhubarb when still hobbling, whilst hoping I'd only sprained the ankle! So there's plenty of chutney with dates; and jam, with or without ginger. I've missed a couple of markets and the next one could prove logistically challenging...picturesque cobbles (lethal in wet weather) and no disabled access.