Adventures in the life of an English allotment
Level 4 Heatwave has finally arrived after days of fire warnings from the government, the Met Office and the British pessimism which declares every type of weather dreadful. If it's raining, where is the sunshine? If it's cold, where's the heat? For the next two days, every conversation about the weather will adhere to the... Continue Reading →
So today saw the temperatures rise yet again. Landlocked Crewe is absolutely sweltering in 30 degree heat. It's utterly relentless, with no breeze to lessen the intense heat. Chickens are especially prone to hear stroke and days like today pose some danger. A fresh, cool supply of water is essential as birds don't sweat. Panting... Continue Reading →
I walked down to the allotment later this morning. There's something about Monday mornings which, even in lockdown, seem to take more energy then any other day of the week. Upon my arrival I sat and had a chat with Geoff and Andy. Weirdly, there were very few people down on site given the sudden... Continue Reading →
I walked down to the allotment this morning, never dreaming of how much would happen. There are weeks when nothing much happens then everything seems to happen on a particular day. Today was that day! After saying hello to everyone, I began to clean out the chicks. Steve dropped by and said they looked a... Continue Reading →
This evening, I popped down to the allotment to water the plants. It was still very hot. As I quickly checked the chicks, two of them looked very hot. Remembering a tip I had seen somewhere online, I fished about for a shallow tray and partially filled it with water. Trying not to spill it,... Continue Reading →
It got even hotter today. After a night of little sleep, my husband popped down to feed the chickens in the morning. I decided to hide in the house in front of a fan until the relentless heat dropped. The morning report from the allotment came back that all our girls were doing well, Leia... Continue Reading →
Late this morning, my husband and I walked down to the allotment, ready for some digging. The weather continues to be blisteringly hot and by the time we arrived, I conceded that we wouldn't be able to dig over the whole of the section I wanted to without getting sunstroke. We said hello to everyone... Continue Reading →
After work, we popped down to the allotment to water the plants and check on the chickens. My husband had been busy feeding the chicks and chickens this morning but as it was early, none of the girls had laid anything. I collected three eggs from the main coop and wondered why my husband was... Continue Reading →
Today I walked down to the allotment in the sunshine! The British weather is notoriously fickle and after many days of overcast weather, we finally had a warm spring day. Until it started to pour with rain. On and off giving the perfect example of April showers! I checked Dolly first and she seemed reasonably... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I did something a bit different. I went down to my grandfather's house in Plymouth to collect cuttings from his legendary apple tree. Legendary not in any great sense but because it was the only plant that he managed to grow successfully in his tiny back yard. The bathroom in his house overlooked the... Continue Reading →
Late this morning, I dragged myself out to the allotment. It's been a manic week at work and I am absolutely wiped. I arrived and spent a happy hour nattering to Cliff, Phil and Geoff. It turns out that while I have been at work, the bees have spent a week away before Phil brought... Continue Reading →
Both of us walked down to the allotment late this morning. A rare day off for my husband meant we enjoyed a slow start before heading off to feed the chickens. We arrived to find Cliff and Mick the Greek busy with removing the back section of the greenhouse. They were working at a rate... Continue Reading →
This morning I walked down to the allotment via the corner shop to pick up some biscuits for the clubhouse. The sun was out again but the breeze took the temperature down enough to remind you it is still early April.I swung by the clubhouse briefly on my arrival, waved to the gang before opening... Continue Reading →
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