Sunday, 16 June 2013
Remember this? Well, during the next three weeks it started to do what I'd been promised it would do and made a lovely strong shoot from that suggestive crevice. Without documenting it I took it to France and abandoned it cruelly for a couple of weeks in the unheated greenhouse, somehow imagining that that great big old fruiting body would survive starvation, thirst and lack of attention.
Unsurprisingly, it was nipped by the cold, not really frost but too chilly a shock, and the sprout appeared to wither and die. Still I couldn't bear to part with the apparent corpse and I now present you with...
Zombie ChouChou as they call it in les Outre-Mer maybe without adding the bit about zombies. Never say die.