With an eye to the weather forecast, we thought we’d go and take a look on Tuesday, from a safe distance, at some of the cruise ships berthed at Tilbury. Only one at a riverside mooring, the much-renamed Columbus, last operated by the now bankrupt CMV. Its stablemate (sorry - bad analogy) Astor is also berthed in the port, together with Gaga’s latest along with many others. Our future cruise plans are now in serious doubt. The next one is scheduled for next July, and I suppose someone may have pulled a rabbit out of the pharmaceutical hat by then. Though one has to say that Gravesend is not exactly the jewel in Kent’s crown, the promenade is pleasant enough a place to sit on a wall and eat an egg and cress sandwich from M&S.
I’ve picked best part of a kilo of tomatoes today, and two modest portions of passata are cooling down for the freezer. Our home-grown spuds are now a fond memory, but we’ve had gardener Ben round to estimate for some raised veggie beds, so we may have a more varied and longer lasting crop next year, if we’re spared. The runner beans continue to crop well, so with luck we’ll be picking for a week or two longer.
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