After dashing out to feed the chickens in the dark yesterday morning before work, the walk to the allotment in the warm autumn sunshine with a hint of a cool breeze was just what was called for.
As I was waiting for the boiler man to come and fix our leaking boiler, I decided that this was marvellous excuse to just feed the chickens and quail, soak up some sunshine and set the world to rights with other allotmenteers. It is remarkable how many of the worlds issues can be solved whilst sitting in the sunshine with a mug of refreshing liquid.
Equally, it is delightful to sit and relax on site knowing that the hard work of the summer is nearly over and the start of several months of dashing to the allotment in the pouring rain to feed the chickens is still a little way off.
The winter months, depressingly dark and (in this part of the country) wet with seemingly unending rain allow time for next years plans to ferment in the noggin. I have decided trees are the best way to deal with the low lying nature of the bottom plot – fruit trees with deep roots should help to funnel the excess water into something productive rather than turning the soil into a waist deep mudhole.