A no rosette situation for Mr Galbraith.

Surely his competition onions would have been just as pitiful if had gone to Dorset instead of Cuba, as advised?

I’d have asked a neighbour to water them.
Bottle of wine, box of chocs, that sort of thing.

Been annoying me for years.
Thanks.

My hovercraft is full of eels.

Bouncy, bouncy.

I fear you’re deliberately missing the point:

A fortnight away is still a fortnight, no matter where you go.
Maybe some sort of gravity fed waterbutt type system?

A fortnight away is still a fortnight, no matter where you go.

I’m in Texas.

Who’s teck?

Which one is you then ?