I've always had doubts that Acer trees are meant to live on balconys, although I haven't previously voiced this opinion as it would lead to a serious "I told you so" session with Mrs M.
Today however I swallowed my pride and admitted I was wrong, the poor little Acer was looking a little scorched and wind beaten. It was time for it to go to a new home.
Fortuantely one of my work collegues, who I have come to think of in recent months as a good friend, and his lovely horticulturalist wife kindly agreed to take it off my hands (with some communication through a rabbit). Thank you Mr & Mrs C.
The departure of the Acer has given me more space in which to put some planter bags for the pepper plants (seedling lettuce and spinach now destined for the concrete troughs) and concentrate a little more on plants that provide produce. Just call me Tom...or Barbara.