I love wandering round the allotments. There's been a radical hedge trim this year, so you can see much more than usual. I prefer the ramshackle, slightly delapidated plots to the beautifully groomed ones, they look more real- if that makes sense.
The waiting list is closed on these, has been for a long time, but there's also a warning message on the noticeboard- keep on top of your plot or you'll be evicted. Or something of that nature just a bit more diplomatic.
The railway runs alongside the allotments and it forms a corner plot at the back. This is my favourite, it's always busy...
Half of me would like my own plot here, a space just dedicated to produce, but it's hard enough keeping up with the garden. I've planted more fruit bushes in the borders in the back garden, I quite like mixing practical with pretty.
Plenty of unattended rhubarb was on show, in fact plenty of excellent rhubarb just growing away- why is nobody eating it? And if you ever wondered where all the sparrows are these days, they're living on the allotments. The hedges were alive with them, and they were nesting in the sheds; I spent ages watching them coming and going and listening to their chattering.
If you've been reading this nonsense for a while now you'll remember that we planted loads of hawthorn hedging, maybe four years ago- I can't find the post. There's never been any blossom and I wondered why. On Googling the issue I found a little snippet by Monty Don, and I'm a bit put out that it can take twenty years for hawthorn to blossom. Twenty. Years.