Adventures in the life of an English allotment
At lunchtime, I headed out into the garden to clean out Gertie and Quail Mansions. I started with Gertie. She has been spending lots of time on her perch and not eating much which is worrying. Pondering where to put her, I decided she might enjoy the sunshine for a bit, so I deposited her... Continue Reading →
After being away, it was wonderful to be back on the plot. I was greeted by the usual jungle of weeds. Apparently, it has been really wet and that would explain the explosion of weeds all over the plot in such a short time. I opened up the shed and said hello to Maude and... Continue Reading →
I wrote last year about Corfu; an island in the Ionian Sea with spectacular flora and fauna. My love of Corfu only grows each time we visit or I re-read Gerry Durrell's outstanding Corfu Trilogy (if you haven't read it, I highly recommend it!). But today, after days looking across the water, we made it... Continue Reading →
Suddenly, it's boiling. With temperatures reaching into the early 30's it's unbelievably humid and the heat just saps the energy out of you. Quite why people enjoy this weather is entirely beyond me. What is there to enjoy about drowning in your own sweat every time you need to move a limb? I don't have... Continue Reading →
I had meant to write about this exciting development a couple of days ago but finding time to write has been tricky over the last few days. Our site Clubhouse, closed at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, has left us at the mercy of the ever fickle British weather. It's all very well in... Continue Reading →
Considering how wet this summer has been, any day when the British weather isn't trying to emulate the height of the monsoon means it's time to get down the allotment. Even rarer are the days where the sun is actually visible and the sky changes from drizzle grey to blue. Days like today can't be... Continue Reading →
After spending several days trying to find some quail to keep Queenie company, I found a breeder in Twemlow. He had a clutch of chicks that were three or four weeks old. These were too young to go in with Queenie but happily, he had some older quails who would be perfect. We drove into... Continue Reading →
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