They're in. Later than I'd like but they're in. Still no joy with the Climbing French. I fear I might have to buy some (the shame, the shame).
But the nursery bed is looking good (pretentious? Moi?). Look at these leeks (strictly, leeklets!)
Later-in-the-year's Blackberries are looking good too.
And finally, every allotment should have a thing of beauty. That role is normally filled by the ever-lovely Wilma Wilbury but today she is usurped by a dog rose: