There is a certain bleak beauty to allotments at this time of year. Everything tends to look a little worn and tired, a few battered brassicas holding on, lots of bean teepees, draped in the remnants of twining plants like skeletons of summer. I’ve had my plot just over a year now. Like all newbies…
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No, not some deeply felt emotional plea for understanding, just yet more allotment lessons. I had a plan, you see. It was a nice plan. Take my camera and my trusty purple basket up to the allotment, drop the latter off at the plot for some picking later, and take the former round the community…
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Long time no blogging – I’ve missed it, but thanks to a major CFS crash I’ve spent most of the past couple of weeks in bed. But I’m fortunate, in that I only get this bad once every few years and the worst of it passes relatively quickly leaving me gradually clawing my way back…
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I’ve not blogged about the allotment for a while. Its not that I haven’t been up there, its just that I’ve mostly been weeding and watering. Last week I headed up full of good intentions. I was going to sow lots of stuff, and weeds lots of beds. Instead, I got chatting. First to the…
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When I took on the allotment, I had fond dreams of creating a plot that was both productive and beautiful. I planned to include flowers for cutting – and to attract pollinators – from the beginning. I had visions of strips of blooms separating crops, of using colourful chard, beetroot and lettuce as a kind…
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