Every year a mass of greenery envelopes the back porch at my father's house. A grape vine is completely entangled with a Chocolate Vine and both merge with a Virginia Creeper that grows up the side of the house. After the leaves drop in autumn I have to cut them back considerably to keep them in check. By that point in the year they are heading for the roof and smothering everything in the vicinity.
 The habit of the climber is sometimes described as "feet in the shade, head in the sun". That is why climbers climb: to make for the sun. In their natural habitat they would be clambering trees or scrambling gorges. As it happens the walls of this Victorian house allow them to do what comes naturally.

 Bunches of grapes appear every year. They usually don't get beyond being green and sour. In recent years however the long, hot, dry summers have yielded some tasty black grapes, though small.
 The birds think so too and have been pecking away at them. Likewise a large fig tree nearby. It seems like there have more birds munching on the figs and the grapes than ever before. Perhaps that is because the fruit is riper than usual. Or perhaps there are more birds? The nesting season coincided with the lockdown. When the machine stopped there may have been some unintended benefits for wildlife?