Adventures in the life of an English allotment
On my way into work, I swung by the allotment to feed the chickens. I was greeted by a working party made of Cliff, Dave the Plod and Mick the Greek who were all busy laying slabs as part of the main pathway running across the width of the site. They have done a cracking... Continue Reading →
This morning I pottered down the allotment a bit earlier than normal with the aim of clearing the weeds once and for all. The sun was out and the weather warm before 10 am. By the time I had been there an hour it was boiling and I retreated to the bottom of the plot... Continue Reading →
Today I took my daughter and my parents for a short walk to the allotment. Be under no delusions that this trip had anything to do with work or weeding but more to do with fresh air and stretching the legs. Cliff's beautiful passion plant growing all over his shed When we arrived we met... Continue Reading →
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