We wasted no time in heaping the ‘compost’ – replete with wigglies – all over our veggie patches.  Louis, meanwhile, has earned his first £2 from the sale of produce to his aunt, who grudgingly paid up for a sparse bag of spinach, lettuce, parsley and three carrots which would struggle to earn the label bite-size.  Sadly, the hoped-for radishes and beetroots had resolutely failed to produce anything underground, despite extravagant foliage above ground.

Buoyed by our success, we’ve now ordered installed not one, but two new composters.  Louis is excitedly monitoring the monstrously big pumpkin plant, digging round the garlic when I’m not watching, and impatiently poking the potato plants.   Roll on August!