Autumn's on the doorstep and here, on the Pennine Mountains of West Yorkshire, it feels very much like winter is nearly here some days. The weather is mercurial. This morning we had sunshine, so I did the washing, hung it out, and dark clouds came over. So I brought the washing in, dried it indoors, and the sun came out. I went outside to read, on the swing, and the sun went in. Anyway, you get the picture. The way I feel must be how the garden plants are feeling as nothing has been as it should be this year weatherwise. I'm picking the tiny alpine strawberries as they ripen, about one every three days! They are worth growing, you know. They have an almost sweet perfume to them. So different to ordinary strawberries and great for putting with breakfast cereals, if you have enough. It's taken what seems like forever for the Wisley Magic runner beans to get going—but got going they have. I don't think I'...