Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Just before 7am this morning, I found myself busy feeding chickens before work. It had rained heavily overnight and the temperature has dropped significantly in the last few days - so much so, that I resorted to a fleece and coat. The latter could have been avoided but the sharp contrast from a warm duvet... Continue Reading →
Despite having a very dry summer with multiple heatwaves, somehow the fruit trees on the plot have flourished. These weather conditions were clearly ideal for our three apples trees which are literally snapping under the weight of fruit! My husband and I have collected masses of apples from each tree but there are still several... Continue Reading →
Today was a very exciting day because we were finally able to pick up two friends for our little rescue quail. He has been going from strength to strength as evidenced by his increasingly loud and persistent crowing every morning. It began at 5am and he was still going strong two hours later when both... Continue Reading →
Much to my joy this morning, I was greeted by a little feathery face peering at me from the pet carrier. Happily the quail had survived the night and within a few minutes got busy pecking at the food bowl. A little later, I discovered it drinking but only after half filling the bowl with... Continue Reading →
After a relaxing day, I was scrolling through social media when I spotted an urgent post from Manor Way Allotment. One of their members had been walking their dog when they came across some unsavoury types trying to bait cats into killing a small quail. He managed to save the quail from the cats, taking... Continue Reading →
Why is it that whenever I go to feed the chickens, the heavens open? Even the merest thought of "I'll go and feed the chickens in a bit..." seems to send out some invisible signal to the clouds to ready themselves for a full monsoon. Usually this phenomena is limited to my leaving the house... Continue Reading →
Shortly after lunch, I dragged my somewhat hungover husband down to the allotment to make a start on the jungle. As he fed the chickens, I walked around the plot, trying to work out a plan. I decided that if we could clear some of the main beds then other jobs such as clearing the... Continue Reading →
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