When we lived in Grimsargh near Preston (until I was six or seven) my father grew marrows (as they were then called in England) on the garage roof. We never saw them, I just remember him climbing up there to water them each day. After last year's disappointing crop of courgettes in the garden I decided to follow suit and stick a grow bag on the roof for courgettes and squash. Despite the cold and wind they are doing pretty well so far.
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