Jun 10th, 2014
Read MoreTurnip for the books
When I was a child, my Grandfather (we called him ‘Pop’ because he hated the name ‘Granddad’) had an allotment style garden on their house in Dumbarton. I remember he grew two things I particularly liked – one of them was peapods (well obviously), and the other one was ‘snowball’ turnips. To my recollection, neither […]