Here is my garlic crop drying in the back yard. I counted 130 bulbs! I wasn’t even sure I could grow it up here, having bought the bulbs on an excursion to the Isle of Wight where I visited the renowned garlic farm. Like a kid in a sweetshop I bought Rose Wight, Picardy Wight, Topinsky and Bohemian, Elephant garlic and a bag full of others, just because I liked the name or the colour. And of course when it came to planting time and each bulb is split into cloves… well you can imagine, I had shed loads of garlic, and it all grew into lovely fat shiny bulbs to be dried and plaited and stored for cooking and roasting, adding to chutneys and bread.
