proud parents
booyaa and i have acquired an allotment. we put our names down aeons ago and were told to expect a two year waiting list, but, less than a year later and we got a phone call from a gentle soul, apologising for things outside of her control, and inviting us to visit and choose an allotment.
we went down after work (it's a five minute bus ride from where we live) and she pointed out the available plots. we'd requested a half plot, figuring that we wouldn't know what to do with a whole plot. we are now, of course, wondering if we shouldn't have gone the whole hog. there would have been space for a patio, barbecue (not for me, i hate barbecues. where's the fun in eating half raw/half charred food with ash on it? beats me.) and, we have learned, more space between plants for ease of watering and weeding. anyhow.
our allotment was a jungle of evil weeds when we took it over. luckily joe swift is a few weeks ahead of us on gardener's world, so we're learning the tricks from him ;) we also chose a plot which is surrounded by ubergardeners. we have lionel on three sides. he works for the council services who look after the allotments and has been gardening for over 20 years. then along and down one there's malcolm, who used to show (hushed reverence) and between them they are keeping us right. and giving us spare plants left right and centre!
