It all started as a challenge with a friend, could we grow something we could actually eat, the rules were simple, plant it, watch it, water it if we must, the key word here was neglect, the plant had to earn it's place in the garden.

I planted seeds in buckets, plastic milk bottles and even a potato in a rubbish sack, the potato grew and so did some peppers, this lead me on to creating 'Can I Eat It' a web photo journal detailing the stages of growth from seed to salad bowl and in some cases . . . beyond. Did you know leeks had flowers and a radish if left alone can reach three foot high.

This is the second year of 'Can I eat It' and a new range of plants have been lined up to be killed, I mean nurtured in my own special way.

My garden consists of one third concrete and two thirds grass so containerisation is the order of the day as is minimum cost, I'll beg, steal or borrow pots and containers, buy up almost dead supermarket plants and cheap seeds and improvise what I can.

I've avoided buying Wellington boots and a nice cardigan or one of those little foam kneeling pads, after all that would mean admitting to middle age and a desire to smoke a pipe and pat small children (which is probably very non-PC these days), and yes, I still call a spade a spade, unless it's a broom of course.