For the first time since coming to the house, I have a kitchen garden. It may be small, but to me it is a thing of beauty and delight. And while this was not the best year for making a start on being self-sufficient in fruit and veg, it did keep us in French beans, salad and courgettes all summer, which I was thrilled about. After all, a single courgette at the local supermarket can cost more than a bunch of bananas that have come halfway round the world. Salad leaves not only come in an unrecyclable plastic bag but also have an incredibly short shelf life and 40 per cent of the contents end up being thrown away because they don’t survive the first serving (according to figures from government waste advisory body WRAP).
I am hardly original in enjoying my little veg patch because kitchen gardens have been documented in Britain since the Roman invasion and were common in medieval monastic and manorial gardens. The Tudors grew medicinal herbs among their fruit trees and vegetables, believing in their power to treat all manner of ailments: for example, a mixture of lavender, marjoram and sage was commonly used to treat headaches, chamomile was grown for stomach aches and feverfew for soothing colds and fevers – the garden was more of a dispensary than a food source.
The rise of the formal garden in the seventeenth century, with its symmetrical designs, geometric shapes and ornate features such as fountains, statues, and topiary, meant that the kitchen gardens on large estates became larger and more formalised, too, with walled enclosures and carefully laid out beds to help maintain optimum growing conditions. While herbs continued to be a mainstay of the vegetable garden, it now also included cabbages, peas, beans and root vegetables.
As the palates of the country gentry grew more sophisticated in the 1700s, grand country estates began to heat the walls of their kitchen gardens with flues or hot water pipes to extend the growing season and allow for the cultivation of exotic fruits such as pineapples, melons and peaches. For the less well off, the first allotments were set up in the 1790s, as starvation wages, post-war food shortages and disastrous harvests brought rural society to its knees. A century on, in the 1870s, a distinct shift of emphasis showed allotments had become not just a means of feeding hungry families but also a strategy for keeping men out of the alehouse.
The Victorians’ love of innovation led to new technologies such as specialised glasshouses for bringing on melons, cucumbers, pineapples and vines, enabling the wealthy to enjoy strawberries and French beans even in the depths of winter. Extraordinary ingenuity went into producing food all year round, including vegetable crop rotation systems – recently revived at Cornwall’s Lost Gardens of Heligan.
When the men marched off to war in 1914, many of these great walled gardens fell into decline but it became boom time to grow your own. With supplies being cut off by German blockades, everyone had to do their bit, and even the geraniums at Buckingham Palace were replaced by cabbages. When Britain was back at war in 1939, the Ministry of Agriculture sprang into action and the Dig for Victory campaign was born. Nothing was left to chance: pamphlets showed novice gardeners how to hold a spade, dig a trench, and sow seeds.
Handfuls of delicious pilfered raspberries were far more desirable than spinach served crunchy with blackfly
Growing up in the ’70s, my family was lucky enough to have plenty of space for growing fruit and vegetables and we children soon learnt of the delights and occasional horrors of seasonal gluts: handfuls of delicious pilfered raspberries were far more desirable than spinach served crunchy with blackfly. We also inherited a gardener who was toothless, old as the hills and hopeless, since he didn’t know a nettle from a potato plant. This was the era of the BBC’s The Good Life comedy (a model of dig-for-victory thinking) in which Tom and Barbara showed the nation how to adopt a simple, sustainable and almost self-sufficient lifestyle by converting their lawn into a smallholding, much to the dismay of their snobbish neighbours, Jerry and Margo.
My own veg garden was inspired by a trip to France, where everything was local, fresh and seasonal. It’s not big and didn’t take long to create and once I realised netting was essential (otherwise pigeons can strip it bare in one meal) it thrived. It is organic, pest-free (I’m a dab hand at flicking off caterpillars) and only a short distance from the kitchen. Oh, and I’m truly sorry about this year’s terrible summer – it’s all my fault because I tempted fate by trying to grow tomatoes, which proved a disaster with 2024’s dismal lack of sun: they stayed green and hard. Next year I will stick to beans!
Pear, Watercress and Blue Cheese Salad
Adjust quantities according to appetite and serve as a starter or accompaniment to grilled chicken.
Serves 2
About 50g watercress, well washed
1 endive
1 large crisp pear or eating apple
50g blue cheese such as Saint Agur
50g lightly toasted walnuts, optional
Dressing: combine 3tbsp olive oil, 1tbsp wine vinegar and 1tsp Dijon mustard.
Place all the dressing ingredients in a bowl and whisk until smooth, season well. Add the leaves, cored and sliced pear, crumbled blue cheese and the nuts, toss gently and serve.
Lydia Brownlow is a former cookery editor at Good Housekeeping magazine and contributor to The Daily Beast. She currently inspires children to cook. More info at lydiabrownlow.com




