Have I just taken the final steps into old lady-hood? I enjoy knitting and embrace an early night. Now I am so excited to have an allotment. Surely, I only have to acquire a taste for sherry. I could time-hop from 42 years old to 62 in the time it takes for a blue rinse to set.
I’ve lived in my house for over 16 years and I didn’t know that this secret allotment existed 600 paces from my front door. Over one hundred plots hidden behind a converted warehouse.
After the application had been submitted, I was lucky enough to be given guardianship within a week.
My husband and I spent 5 annual leave days digging over the plot, rotovated in some well rotted horse manure and erected a poly tunnel. Hard work done, the business of growing can begin.
Digging time is thinking time. Many people must have tended this ground before me. Perhaps…
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