For the past week I have been trudging up to the allotment under leaden skies, dodging rain showers and the occasional hailstorm, to dig. So it is somewhat ironic that on the first sunny day since 17th February (not that I’ve been counting) I drove up to the plot in the van. One of the…
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I suppose it was inevitable really. Having spent more time up at the allotment – mostly in a fine drizzle – I’ve decided I need to leave a little more space at the rear of the plot, both for the utility area (compost bins, comfrey, log pile) and for a seating area. It’s not really…
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(With thanks to Janet, The Queen of Seaford, for the post title, which came from a comment she made on a previous post…) I’ve spent this week getting to know my allotment, meeting people, getting blisters and learning things. Number one priority was to get to know the soil. I seem to have been very…
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I had a near-perfect weekend. It involved cooking, eating, drinking, chatting, watching “Strictly Come Dancing” (yes, I know…). I discovered that stale bread sticks make wonderful garlic croutons to accompany freshly made soup, adding peanut butter to butternut squash in a soup really does work, and that we will never be a household who hold…
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