Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Despite the humidity, I forced myself down to the allotment this morning. The heat was oppressive even though the sky was beginning to cloud over. My first job was to open up the shed and put up the sunshade. I checked on Maude and Mavis who were clucking loudly, demanding some treats. I headed across... Continue Reading →
Just as I was about to go to bed this evening, I wandered down to the bottom of the garden to call the cats inside. At this time of year, they have zero interest in coming inside at any time after 11pm. Despite trying for an early night, I ended up having to stay up... Continue Reading →
I didn't manage to get down to the allotment until after lunch today. I spent the morning trying to persuade my eyes that I hadn't spent half a day outdoors, so they needn't stream and itch anymore. Typically, they refused to cooperate! But knowing how much more work there was to do, I knew I... Continue Reading →
At the allotment today, just as I began to prune the willow screen, I spotted a very strange, very brightly coloured....thing. I call it a thing because it was like nothing I had ever seen before. Part of it looked like a caterpillar, but it had two retracting antennae that looked like they belonged to... Continue Reading →
After spending all week on the verge of melting into a puddle, we made it down the allotment to tackle what used to be a well-tended plot. As we arrived, I looked at the plot in despair. There were so many weeds and it was going to take hours to get it back under control.... Continue Reading →
The heatwave continues and so does the amount of pollen in the air. It's been many years since I last went down properly with hayfever. Naively, I thought I was free of it forever. Foolishness obviously, judging from my streaming nose and insanely itchy eyes. I had planned to spend most of today on the... Continue Reading →
After a couple of quieter days for Dora, I found she had passed away this morning. It's always sad when we lose one of our girls, especially when they are quite young. Dora was a very timid personality, who rarely came within touching range. She preferred to skirt around the edges of the group, occasionally... Continue Reading →
After finishing work, I headed down to the allotment. It's something I keep meaning to do after work - a couple of hours here and there during the week would lessen how much weeding needs to be done over the weekend! Somehow though, despite my best intentions, it doesn't happen. But today it did! I... Continue Reading →
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