Raspberries make me absolutely furious. Well, supermarket ones do at least. Paying a ridiculous number of pounds for a few sad berries in their plastic punnet that inevitably rot in the car on the way home makes me livid. So it was always the case that our new kitchen garden would have a sizeable berry bed. Having spent a couple of days out planting last week, I’m pleased to report that we now have circa 40 linear metres of raspberries of various kinds. 
Having had a bad experience in London where I planted the raspberry canes a couple of centimetres away from each other and thus they hardly fruited, I made sure to space them properly along the wires (a real investment but I think the frames are worth it) and also to divide the summer and autumn canes into different beds to make pruning easier and to stop the roots intermingling and making that impossible.
We also planted a large number of blackcurrants, white currants, redcurrants, jostaberries, honeyberries, japanese wineberries, about 40 linear metres of strawberries and a long stretch awaiting the arrival of our bare-rooted gooseberry bushes. All this and five blueberry bushes in pots of ericaceous soil that have been sunk to make them level with all of the others.
The plants are laid out in long beds running from north to south in the kitchen garden and will hopefully keep our little family knee deep in delicious berries that knock those awful tasteless little money bombs that the supermarkets peddle as fruit into a cocked hat. Delicious fruity gluts, here we come!
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