The usual competition has begin, to see how far the passion flower vine will go this year. Seven years ago we transplanted from the cosy gravel box behind my my fiance's flat and since then it has cried, thrived, died, sulked, lived it large, shot for the sky, disappeared for months, and reappeared from somewhere else entirely. We have a pergola because of this vine. It grows in multiple places now. It outcomepetes the Douglas Pine, the Grape Vine, Batchelor's Buttons and even the Cherry Laurel from next door.
The fruits don't taste great, but it's a beauty.