Those bags of salad in supermarkets are packed with enough chemicals to lay waste to Vietnam, cost a spare bedroom tax and are about as tasty as my toenail clippings. Plant your own. This bed has little gem, buttercrunch delight, lollo rosso and enough icebergs to give Titanic a run for its money. Spinach and red onion also (and we've just harvested the garlic). Most grown from seed. But I also bought a tray of 12 seedlings from the greengrocers in Shifnal for £1 and they've all reached maturity. That pays for all the butternut squash, carrot and beetroot malfunctions of an average summer in Shropshire.
Of course our salads aren't perfect. They have a certain amount of rabbit spittle, a soupcon of snail sputum, the icebergs have wrapped a number of slug pellets around their hearts. There's a copious amount of pigeon shit on the little gem.
Still, what do I care, salad's for girls, obviously...